I barely slept Friday night. I suspected my poor baby had croup. First thing Saturday morning I called our doctor. Their website said Saturdays were reserved for urgent pediatric appointments. After speaking with the snarkiest receptionist ever who didn't care that my 4 month old was having a hard time breathing, I found an urgent care near us. And, yes, I'm definitely switching doctors. This was the last straw. I have some kind of drama every time I call or visit this particular office. Dom and I waited and waited at urgent care. Because that's what you do. The urgent care doctor listened to poor Max's labored breathing and sent us straight to the emergency room.
|During the ER waiting game, Dom rocked the Ergo --- Daddy style|
We played the waiting game again and after a less than pleasant nasal swab, ruled out RSV and influenza. Croup it is. Mama knew it! A steroid drop put Max on the mend. At home we took a warm bath and snuggled into bed. I konked out with him at 8pm and only had to get up twice to soothe his barky coughs. Sickness is the pits. And croup is crap. I rock alliteration.
Among other things ...
Dare I jump on board a photo challenge, I'm going to try!
I love this mama's perspective on the new year.
I heart birth stories - Melody & Phoebe's is no exception.
Someday I'm gonna try and make one of these - adding to the bucket list now.
Totally doing this on Jemma's next birthday.
Every day I try to be a more gentle parent - these are some of my new favorite TANGIBLE ideas to make that happen.
Have you ever printed Instagram photos? I want too, but can't decide on a place yet. Ideas?
Later this week, I'll be sharing my first Stitch Fix box. So good. Like great.
Have a blender? Make this soup.
Alrighty. I'm off to get some shut eye. When the wee ones are sick you never know when duty will call! Nights like tonight I'm so thankful for cold steam vaporizers, cosleeping, and babies and toddlers who wake up smiling every morning ... no matter what the previous night held.