My poor baby came down with croup over the weekend. I put him down Friday night and when he woke up at 5:15 the next morning, his skin was on fire. It went downhill from there - "barky" cough, difficulty breathing, lethargic, continuing fever. I knew it was croup, but I still went ahead and brought him to the ER Sunday morning after a night of so little sleep I couldn't believe either of us were able to function.
The doctor was super nice (and super cute, in a nerdy kind of way) talking about his kids and what he did when they had the virus. I love doctors with young kids. They get it. So two hours + five teaspoons of medicine later, we were outta there.
Since I had to have a substitute for this week, we went into my classroom to do some lesson plans. Boy, that was fun. Patrick sat in my lap and cried whiney tears down his face the entire hour; it was the saddest thing.
Fortunately, he is doing a little better today. We took advantage of the beautiful weather by going uptown for a stroller ride and a stop at the park. I'm going to be honest, I'm sort of thankful that I am able to stay home with him the next couple days (even though I hate that he is sick). I've been missing him so bad - two weekend days is never enough time.
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