Poor Austin had the croup. It was midnight and I was recovering from the stomach flu, when I heard Austin gasping for air. My poor husband stayed up with Austin until 3:00 when he got scared enough to take Austin to the ER. We thought it was another attack of RSV, but it was croup. The nurse gave him this magic steroid shot; observed Austin for a couple of hours, and Mike and Austin returned home at 7:30 in the morning. We had a grouchy kid on Sunday, but today he seems all better! We swear that Peoria is infested with germs comparable to a dirty outhouse.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Mr. Sicky Pants
Posted by Sheri King at 1:54 PM
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Poor Austin.
When I see on the news night after night during the winter that our air quality is the worst in the country, I often say to Brad, "great place you've got us trapped". Unfortunately, I don't see any way out for a long time.
Sorry he was sick. Croup is the worst. I've done the ER visit with Caden in the middle of the night and it's not fun! Glad he's doing better.
Sorry he was sick. Croup is the worst. I've done the ER visit with Caden in the middle of the night and it's not fun! Glad he's doing better.
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