With Timmy still battling croup, yesterday was a long day. My little Hamlet didn't feel well, yet he wasn't sick enough to stay still and just cuddle. I could tell that he wanted to play, but once he started his illness quickly took over. Instead of stopping, he just became frustrated and sad. When he becomes frustrated he cries and screams, which in turn exacerbates his croup. Much of the day was spent spiraling through this unfortunate cycle.
As the day progressed
his breathing became more labored and his fever rose. An afternoon
visit to the pediatrician resulted in both a breathing treatment to help
restore his oxygen levels and a steroid shot. I'm hoping that this
will help to ease his symptoms as the virus runs its course. I hate
seeing him uncomfortable, and watching him gasping to breathe is
We had another rough night, but I'm hoping that the steroids will start to work their magic soon. I know that Timmy is as tired as I am, and we could both benefit from a restful sleep. Fingers crossed that improvement is seen today, and that my little toddler returns to his happy and mischievous state by tomorrow.