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February 21, 2006
Croupin' it
Poor Gus.
It's the croup, it's come back to haunt Gus during one of the most unpredictable weeks for our family.
He woke up last night wheezing. It scared me to bits. I was ready to go to the hospital...for him, not for me. We finally got him to calm down a bit and to get some good air in. He came into bed with us and tossed and turned for a couple of hours before finally falling asleep. It wasn't restful sleep, however. His feet were by my chin for a spell, his head in the crook of John's elbow. The cough would come and rattle him, upsetting him so. Finally, around 5:45 we said it was time to forget the bed and go downstairs.
During a spell of sleep, I finally dreamt about Baby E being born. Not the labor part, just the fact that he was out of me. Gus woke up (in my dream), saw that I was holding the baby, and he said, "The baby's here!" Gus gave him a big kiss. I noticed that Baby E was breathing like Gus was breathing, and it occured to me, again in my dream, that I forgot to feed Baby E (I almost slipped with his name...I'm so ready!) so I tried to nurse him. I don't think they'll let me forget that part at the hospital, right?
Did I mention the part where Baby E was almost as big as Gus? Ouch.
So John is working from home, I'm working from home, we're filling Gus up with restful movies and playtime. The doctor is having us give Gus breathing treatments 3-4 times a day.
Now, instead of telling Baby E to come right away, I'm telling him to wait a few days, so we can get this croup under control. I don't know if it will work out so nicely.
Posted by janna at February 21, 2006 01:41 PM