It's official, my babies sickness has a name and it's ugly! It's called Croup….all of the Mom's of 1 or more children have just laughed a little to themselves.
So maybe it's not serious, but it is HORRIBLE. This morning my little ray of sunshine was all cloudy skys. Crying, coughing, scared. She sat in the bathroom in a steam treatment with her Dad for 15 minutes. I was so nervous that I gave in and let her watch "Nemo" on the portable DVD player Pop-Pop sent to her, and then I went downstairs and cleaned the house from top to bottom.
Some people drink or smoke, I clean. I clean until the intoxicating smells of ammonia and windex take over. Then I Youtube. That's right I find jewels and shared interest with the geeks of the world which is where I found this Will I Am video.
Sunny laughed a little, coughed a little, Skped with her Grandparents and went back to sleep.
In the meantime I called the emergency number for our Pediatrician and told them our sob story. I don't know how they stay so calm or why…sometimes I think it would be better if they said "Yes! This is terrible! She does sound horrible! Thank you for putting the phone up to her mouth for 5 minutes at a time! Rush her into the office we will see her right away!"
But instead they go, oh, okay, come in at 10. So, we're going in at 10. Me, Sunny, and The Croup. I'm gonna kick The Croup's Ass! LEAVE MY BABY ALONE CROUP! GRRRRRRRRR.