wow does it make us grouchy
why won't he get well?
We're rocking day 6 of the croup over here. Ike-a-saurus is squeaking and honking in an impressive display of non-stop stridor.
Three days in the hospital and here we are – sitting on the couch, under the freezing breath of the cool mist humidifier, getting minimal relief. But at least we're done with the inhalable epinephrine, and at least we're home.
The steroids work briefly, reducing the inflammation of his airway, and then work the rest of the time making him nurse and nurse and nurse and nurse.
Parainfluenza can suck it.
(And by "it" I don't mean my boobs. They are done. As am I.)