sad, sad situation

Over the weekend, the little one came down with what we thought was a cold. A trip to the pediatrician on Monday confirmed it. Although she wasn't our regular favorite Dr. W., she said his lungs sounded great and that it was just in his throat-- a simple cold that would peak in a couple of days and last another week or so.



We had a HORRIBLE night of sleeping (I use the term lightly) in the recliner, trying to stay upright so that he could breath with a little more ease. All night, he sounded like he had sprinted a 400 meter dash. Why is always so much worse at 2am? We even made a sauna in the bathroom for a half hour in an attempt to make it a little easier for him. Nothing worked. I knew we were in bad shape when all he wanted to do was cuddle and moan-- because this child does not stop moving. Ever. Even in his sleep.

Tuesday morning, mother's intuition kicked in and I knew it was more than a cold. We were able to get an early appointment with our Dr. W., who diagnosed Emery with croup. He got a steroid shot to reduce the inflammation of his vocal cords long term and a breathing treatment to help immediately since it might take the shot a number of hours to become effective.



So we haven't done much of anything this week except revert back to the pre-sleep training days-- lots of holding/rocking/white grape juice, a messy house, and piles of dirty laundry. He's been so sick, he hasn't even enjoyed his beloved walker.

This video is from Wednesday. He started sounding a lot better that morning and even got through some peaches for breakfast. Still not feeling too fabulous, though--



Looking on the bright side of things, with all his complaining came a great photo-op. Normally, I try to get a picture of his teeth and it turns out like this:



This time, I just encouraged the sad song he was singing and I got this (click to enlarge):



I even scored a smile.