How my day started
Worst sound in the whole world…(Click it. Otherwise this won’t make sense.)
That’s how my day started.
Right now, I have a pale faced kid with purple circles under her eyes talking my ear off about spiders, the baby and hockey.
It ended OK, but it started out horrible.
Croup is the absolute worst…but what’s even more scary than knowing she has it, it’s anticipating her waking up in the middle of the night to that sound again. I never want to hear it again. She’s already coughing, but it’s normal for now. She’s had her second dose of steroids and pretty soon she will bulk up like Arnold and “Pump *clap* you up!” Ah, yes. The silver lining.
But I also didn’t mention that Matt was out of town. And so in the pitch dark all I heard was nothing but a barking croup cough with stridor…my kid, gasping for breath and scared.
Stridor sucks, too. (Click that, too.)
I’m just thankful Matt’s flying over Kentucky as we speak so I won’t have to be alone if it happens again.
On another note, is it just me or was Max Talbot’s goal enough to make you weep with joy? It was pretty hot.