There are some words or phrases that remind you of days "on the prairie". You know, when Laura Ingalls Wilder and her family lived in Walnut Grove. "Churning butter", "hitching up the team", Sunday best", and "the plague" all fit in this category. Yes, the plague. Just like "the croup". We have croup in our home this week and I feel like we are living in the prairie days. The word sounds as dated as "the plague". Why can't we just call it exactly what it is- laryngotracheobronchitis? Or LTB for short? I feel like we are not allowed to leave our home. Gracie stayed home from preschool, the whites of people's eyes get larger when they here the word, and the doctor tells me to "keep him inside" for the first few days and away from other children. Lovely. You might as well say we have been stricken with the plague.
The past 2 nights have been the worst on record for our brood of 3 kids. We have never experienced sleepless nights like these...not even with our kids when they were newborns. Baby Graham is up at every hour, all night long, for 2 nights now. We expect at least one more night of this. The "barking seal" cough is extremely hard to hear from such a little person. He has episodes where he sucks in air and we head for the hot, steamy shower to alleviate the symptoms. Nightime is the worst as the mucous increases, causing the cough and gasping for air sounds. He hasn't really slept in just over 30 hours now.
I can't wait for this sweet boy of mine to recover and sleep soundly in my arms just as he did in this picture on the day we brought him home. I can say I'd like a little snooze time for myself, as well.
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