The Croup Monster

There is a fiend, a villain, a monster that creeps into almost every child's room at least once in their life. The baby wakes up with a cough like a barking seal and gasping for breath--Croup strikes fast and hard.

My first experience with it as a Mama came last week. Nick and I rushed our baby to the Duke's ER in the middle of the night. Our exam room neighbor was a woman coming off of a bad high. Awesome. We got to listen to her scream at the doctors all night. However, Keagan enjoyed flirting with the Peru police officers that were posted to watch the woman. She draws men in like flies, but that is its own post all together. It was the typical Er experience--long, slow, and exhausting. We got the same doctor as last time. (I'm referring to the Nail Fiasco of 2011). He remembered us which means several not all that funny remarks.

Three hours and three breathing treatments later, we were sent home exhausted. Keagan is on the mend, thank goodness, and business is returning to usual in our household.