update

Sorry for being M.I.A. yesterday. Its been busy around here, but I thought I'd keep you in the loop on our current complications.

The Little Dude is sick again.

He's had this lingering cold for more than two weeks, and it's threatened to turn into croup again twice. I wake up at around 2:00 am and can hear that his cough is taking a turn into the weird croup-y bark and then hubs and I launch out of bed (or rather stumble groggliy. Really, its a combination of the two, but how do you launch and stumble at the same time. Lumble? Staunch? It is what it is.) and get L.D. all wrapped up in his warmest combination of stuff we can find in the dark, I put on my ridiculous (but very warm) full length Value Village mink, Hubs helps us drag our little tub chair out onto the porch and the Little Dude and I get all wrapped up in a blanket and sit outside in the cold dry air and wait for it to have its magic effect on his croup. And despite the fact that its cold and I'm exhausted, its really a rather nice time. We sit for anywhere from a half an hour to forty-five minutes and talk. About the moon, and the stars and hot rods and whether that is a truck or a car coming down the road and where that ambulence siren is going, and how long it will be till we see a red car. 

Last night as we sat there he said, "Do you want to know what I'm thinkin'?" Well, of course I did, and he said something along the lines of "I don't see Jupiter, so I think we have to build a Jupiter. We will build it out of wood, and use a saw and paint it green and then we will put it up into the sky. And then we will see it." 

So after 40 minutes outside he was still coughing a lot, but the cough sounded better. So we went inside and he was all piss and vinegar and wanted to go upstairs and play. I talked him into a story instead, and we read a story in his room with a flash light. Then I tried to stay awake while trying to get him to fall asleep. Not so easy. He kept pestering me for another story and I was so groggy I was talking gibberish. Fortunately he did not seem to mind. 

Anyhow, after several more wake-ups we finally got up for the day. By the grace of God the Baby did not wake up at all during the night (despite his brother's alternate wailing and coughing on the other side of his wall). But it was a rough morning. I felt like death warmed over and the Little Dude looked very ill. Peakey, as they say. I made a doctors appointment and the upshot is he may have pneumonia. Maybe. We're not sure. We have a couple of medications and if they don't help him by late tomorrow we have to take him to the emergency for x-rays. 

Despite it all, he's in as good a mood as you can be when you're coughing all the time. We got some new art supplies recently, and he's all over the pencil crayons these days, so we're keeping him amused. And since my Mother-in-Law is here we have an extra set of hands, which is great. 

I'll keep you posted.

Comments

[Leni]

How well I remember those nights!! And although one can empathize fully with your fatigue,no one can take your place, for Mommy is the one the child wants (Dada is often second choice).But there is also that "good" feeling a Mother has, as she meets the need of a sick child---knowing you are his comfort, his security, his source of "All's well with my world." Praying he's soon on the way to complete well-being.