One scared mama

Yesterday John and the girls were playing out in the yard. I was sitting on the porch swing. I heard John start crying and he ran up the steps yelling "ANTS!!!" He's been bitten before so I didn't think much of it. We picked the ants off of him and put a little ammonia on them to take the itch away. Within 5 minutes he was clawing at his throat and crying and coughing. I ran in the house and yelled for Marty and told him John was allergic to the ants.  Marty and I grabbed him and put him in the van and headed toward town. I called 911 to let them know we were on the way. The EMTs met us in the parking lot of their office. John and I got in the ambulance and we headed to our local hospital. The EMT started an IV. John cried just a little but he got very upset when he couldnt see his daddy following us in our van. When we arrived at the hospital John was covered in hives from head to toe and was bright red. He was given an antihistamine and a steroid after we waited for what seemed like quite a while. By this time the redness was lessening on it's own and he'd stopped coughing and scratching at his throat. We only had to stay a few hours in the ER. We left with a Rx for Benadryl, a steroid, Pepcid and an Epi pen.
I have never been that scared. So thankful God was watching over our sweet boy!! Today Marty was killing ants in our yard and John yelled from the deck. "Yeah, Dad!!! You my hero, Dad!"