croup

It's 4:00 am and I hear the sound of the roosters in the far distance telling me the sun will soon rise.  I hear the sound of the paper boy driving around and I notice he fixed his muffler on his car.  I hear the sound of my son bark like a seal and struggle to get a breath.  Once again he has croup.  It is so chronic that I can't even count how many times he has had it this year.  His little nest is made next to my bed as I lay awake listening, wishing there was something I could do.  An hour later and no break I heated up my shower and stuck him in.  My bathroom is large and won't steam so he has to sit in the shower to get the relief which is when he smiles and says he got to stay up all night long.  I smile with him but I really want to cry.  I just want to sleep for a solid 10 hours.  Fine, I will take 8 hours.  I want his little air pipes to grow so he doesn't have to continue to deal with getting croup every time he catches a cold.  He is 5 and this is been on going since he was a baby.  I have purchased more humidifiers that I would like to admit with none giving any type of relief other than being a great white noise maker.

20 minutes later and he is feeling great.  It's 5:00 a.m and the idea of sleep is long gone.  Time to get the day started while hoping his sister stays asleep.

Happy Sunday everyone!  Learn from this little guy and keep a smile on your face no matter how crappy you feel.