Two and a half hours later, my poor little man was finally able to exit our local hospital's Urgent Care facility. Long story short, while I was out grocery shopping, Brayden really started wheezing and John felt like he should head on over. Fortunately, Michele was still down, so both John and I could focus on our little buddy and Mikayla could play at home.
As I suspected, Brayden has some sort of chest virus - nothing Antibiotics would fix. His oxygen level is fine, so he's just wheezing through some chest muck. He left with a temporary inhaler should he experience that breathing struggle again.
Because Brayden had missed his "next dose" of Advil, by the time he saw the Triage nurse, he was up to 104 degrees. Fortunately, that prompted them to dose him immediately with Tylenol. By the time he got back to the real doc, he'd perked up considerably.
So, everyone's home now. Brayden will for sure be home from school tomorrow and now I won't have to take him to his normal pediatrician. Based on the amount of people in the lobby, it was clear there's a whole lot of other sickies out there! It sure makes us thankful for the health we do have.......