(Song to the Betty Boop theme song)
We have croup. (And by we I mean Michael). Up until yesterday I thought only infants got croup, I thought we has escaped it. At midnight Christmas night the seal bark coughing came. And then we were up all night, steaming and screaming, steaming and screaming. We called the doctor at 12:30 am, and she said keep steaming.
We were still in Pittsburgh, and the next morning we called the doctor from the car. They were closing the office by two but if we made it there in time, we could be seen. We made it, and they confirmed our suspicions, Michael has three medicines, all of which he hates, and we have to shove down his throat while he is screaming. Because of this post, I'm staying home tomorrow, and Doug is staying home on Thursday.
Things are bad at work for me. I've been terrified to talk about, I'm so paranoid and know Dooce's story, but to be honest, it would be highly unlikely they would find this. There has been a lot of complaining about my absences at work, between Savannah, Christmas, and my daycare provider's flood. There was also a big crises while we were in Savannah, and it all fell on me to take care of from my cell phone while on vacation.
I've always loved my job, and have even said so many time on this website. All of a sudden I don't, and it's hard. I've never hated a job, but if we could afford it, I would think about making a change.
But none of that matters now. My baby can't breath, and it hurts my heart to listen to it. He slept for 3 pm to 8 pm and we are currently on hour a gazzilion of Sesame Street. I stole an idea from Amalah and am writing down when he receives his medicine, but then I can't decipher the handwriting.
I couldn't ask for a better partner in croup than Doug. He entertains Michael with the animals from a toy zoo he was given for hours. He doesn't get over heated in the steam. And he has the patience of a saint, he actually trys to get Michael to take his medicine before just shoving it down his throat.
We are going to try steaming and medicine and bed again. He has been awake less than an hour since 3 pm, what are the chances I may actually get some sleep tonight?
P.S. Anyone who saw the first draft of this I apologize for the mis-spelling of Croup, I'm running on no sleep and a four hour drive.
Croup, Croup, de Boop
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when our one year old was on medicine she hated we finally figured out that if we mixed it into plain yogurt and added frozen blueberries to disguise the color and flavor she ate it all every time. Lots of yogurt but so much better than the shove down the throat alternative!
when our one year old was on medicine she hated we finally figured out that if we mixed it into plain yogurt and added frozen blueberries to disguise the color and flavor she ate it all every time. Lots of yogurt but so much better than the shove down the throat alternative!
when our one year old was on medicine she hated we finally figured out that if we mixed it into plain yogurt and added frozen blueberries to disguise the color and flavor she ate it all every time. Lots of yogurt but so much better than the shove down the throat alternative!
when our one year old was on medicine she hated we finally figured out that if we mixed it into plain yogurt and added frozen blueberries to disguise the color and flavor she ate it all every time. Lots of yogurt but so much better than the shove down the throat alternative!