We woke up this past weekend to the barking of seals coming from the monitor. Ahh, yes...Croup. Sucky, Crappy Croup, you can just on your heel and walk right back out, Mister! Of course, he didn't listen.
Abby started with it first on Friday night. She spent to rest of the night wheezing along in our bed. We tried a hot steam shower but that didn't help. She got worse and worse throughout the day until we couldn't get her fever down with Motrin. So off to the Urgent Care we went. When we got there her oxygen level was scary enough that they kept her on the monitor for a little bit. It did come down but they wanted to check her for pneumonia. That means an X-Ray, which for Abby is prime freak out material. Lovely.
When we got in the room, she was already getting that frown on her face. I started talking about the "camera" getting a picture of her tummy. She said, "No wanna say sheese, Mommy." Ha ha ha!! The technician was wonderful though and commented on Abby's blue toes, which just lit her up. I was able to hold her on the edge of the table to get the pictures so she was fine.
Thankfully, there was no pneumonia and after getting Tylenol on top of the Motrin, her fever started to come down. With Abby, after she gets better she just goings crazy with happiness. She is bouncing and running and laughing and talking up a storm, so it is really obvious she wasn't feeling well.
Olivia started with her cough on Saturday night and has just laid around since then. She is just so pitiful! Her fever never really spiked up like Abby's did, but she has that barking cough. Poor ladies! Our nights have been spent with kids in bed with us or us in the recliner with one or both (!!) of them. Let me tell ya, you just haven't lived until you sleep in a recliner with two feverish little girls that wiggle, cough, and bother each other throughout the night.
And nope, there are no new pictures here. But I promise to get some up soon.