Poop On Croup

E.B woke up yesterday with a terrible sounding cough. It was like nothing I had ever heard before, and at first, I seriously thought it was our fat male cat Clyde hacking up a hairball. Yes, gross, I know. I can always tell when E.B. doesn’t feel well because he gets really quiet and slows down. This child was asking me to sit on the couch and watch TV with him yesterday. Do you know how often he will sit down and actually watch TV? Unless it’s a movie or cartoon, this rarely happens. And the fact that he was letting me command the remote? It only confirmed what I feared. He was sick.

This morning was more of the same, so we ventured out to our pediatrician who confirmed that E.B. did indeed have croup. He was also blown away with how much progress E.B. had made in speech therapy and couldn’t believe how much E.B. was talking. The talking? He does that in his sleep, too.

So we’ve spent the rest of today indoors and tomorrow E.B. will stay home from school because apparently this is contagious. I can’t tell you how sad he is to know that tomorrow he will be spoiled by the person he loves more than chocolate cake (his great-grandmother…who actually makes him chocolate cakes) and be forced to watch all the cartoons he wants.