On Sunday evening I tucked in both girls and thought they felt a tad warm. Moments later C started coughing in her sleep.
With two kids with asthma coughing is run of the mill around here, but this wasn’t an asthma cough, it was a croupy cough and my heart sank. Croup means a long night and at least a day or two at home. Which, while never fun, isn’t usually a big deal. But when your husband is on the other side of the country for a few days, a long night and a day stuck at home make for a very long day.
Or a very long three days in this case.
Because she woke up Tuesday morning with a high fever.
Which didn’t go away until this evening.
When Little L started to run a fever.
So, yay, M is home. But boo on the sick kid thing. Because the long nights spent listening to the cough to gauge the optimal moment for an Albuterol dose are starting to wear me down.
Wish me luck. As I typed this Little L started coughing. It’s still an asthma-ish cough, but I think I can detect a hint of barking seal in there, sure sign of croup.
And did I mention that it’s still raining?
I don’t care. I’m still going to go for a run. If I don’t get out of this house for at least 30 minutes I might go crazy.