I love living in the country, and I can't imagine being happy anywhere else. But there are rare occasions when it does have some cons. Like when we had the (as my neighbor called it) deranged madman on our property in October. Or when Pierce broke his arm and we had to get him to the hospital. Needless to say, I keep a very extensive first aid kit in the house - it fills up a huge Tupperware.
Last month Cort had a combination of an asthma flare up and a nasty batch of croup that gave us one of those middle of the night scares, when he really couldn't breathe. It was scary, for him and for Paul and I. As much as I hate giving him steroids, I was thankful to have a bottle in the fridge to give him when he wasn't responding to his nebulizer. It was midnight and I wrapped him in blankets and took him out on the porch in hopes that the night air would help the croup portion of his breathing issues. Luckily, it was a mild night. So I sat in a rocker in the dark and we looked at the stars while he sat on my lap and we waited to see if his wheezing and coughing would calm.
After it did, he came in for some hot tea with honey, and was able to go to sleep. I tossed and turned and worried for a while before finally falling asleep. We were lucky this time. I really hope that he outgrows his asthma as he gets older, like I did.
Readers, what would you not like about rural living?