When I left off in the last post, I was observing that it was only a matter of time before the daycare germs arrived, and sadly, I guess I was asking for it, because apparently two days of daycare was all it took for Callum to get croup! There's a fun disease we haven't dealt with before!
So yeah, that's pretty much sucking. Callum spent the night before last feverish, bark-coughing and gasping for breath. I brought him into the pediatrician yesterday and got the obvious, expected diagnosis (that seal-bark cough is a dead giveaway), along with a prescription for steroids that seem to have helped out pretty quickly, thank goodness. It's not a severe case and I guess it's just one of those things that happens--and I know that if we hadn't put Callum in daycare we would just be further delaying the inevitable onslaught of illness that would happen the first time he entered any kind of school setting--but wow, croup is a nasty one to start off with. There is nothing quite like listening to your hoarse, raspy child cough and hack and struggle to breathe, and wake up in the night and not even be able to call for you between his barking coughs. UGH.
We ended up moving him into our room after the first wakeup because it seemed pretty clear that if he went into respiratory distress (which has happened before), he wouldn't necessarily be able to alert us from down the hall. Thankfully, that didn't happen, but we did enjoy a couple of 20-minute hangout sessions in the steamy bathroom, one at 1 a.m. and the other at 5:30.
Also our nanny comes MWF, but her Tuesday job is with a 10-week-old newborn, so we told her to stay home yesterday so that she wouldn't infect the newborn, and then of course he can't go to daycare until he's been fever-free for 24 hours, so yeah, all that thinking about the childcare arrangement and then we find ourselves without any childcare at all for two days, so that's been an added piece of the puzzle.
Anyway, things are improving, and as the doctor said, we are moving from
the "worrisome cold" stage to the "annoying cold" stage, so that is
good, but wow. I'm tired. And I'm not the only one. I leave you with this photo of Tragic Croup Baby, right after we had to force-feed him fruit puree with crushed steroid pill mixed into it, because he was NOT interested in eating it of his own free will. At least the damn thing worked.
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