I had intentions to write a pretty involved post tonight. But, Charlotte caught croup and I am running on about two hours of sleep. This is my first experience with one of my kiddos and croup, and I gotta tell you, I'm not a fan. It is pretty dang scary, and as I sat holding my baby last night in a steamy bathroom while she struggled to breathe, my brain knew she was going to be just fine, but my heart strings were being tugged at in a major way.
Luckily, Charlotte is a pretty good sport. These pictures were taken at about 4AM (sorry for the poor quality, low light + cell phone = crappy pics, but you get the gist of it!).
Playing the iPad.
Pretending to go "night-night."
This pic was at about 6AM, when she finally fell asleep after about 4 hours of being awake, though you could hear her breathing from a mile away.
A trip to the pediatrician this morning ended with a breathing treatment (which she was NOT a fan of), a dose of an oral steroids, and a script for a few more doses if needed over the next few days. She is doing much better tonight and I have high hopes for some better sleep; though I did leave the chair in the bathroom just in case.
Happy to have a new batch of books to look through at the doc's office.
She certainly doesn't look sick, does she? Quite the trooper she is.
A popsicle make everything better.
I am thankful Charlotte is a pretty healthy kid. In fact, this was the first time I had been to the pediatrican for a sick visit in over a year (with any of my kids!). We are lucky, and I have so much respect for everyone out there who deals with all these dang breathing issues on a regular basis. You are my new heroes, cuz it sucks.