Somebody HAD to get sick this Christmas season. Our unfortunate victim? Clare Bear. Yes, for a record EIGHT times, croup has hit our house. Will is the winner thus far with seven bouts of it – one time landing him in the hospital. As soon as I heard that barky cough and labored breathing I knew what it meant.
So, we’ve been heading outside for that cool, damp air and then back inside to sit in a steamy bathroom. And, we have the humidifier going during nap and bedtimes. Ugh. Can I just say how much I hate croup? Not as much as the stomach virus because that’s just a whole other level of yuck – but still.
Here’s hoping all will be well come this weekend.
If the blog posts are light this week, my apologies. I might surprise myself, then again I might not.
Make it a great week.