Tuesday night involved holding a puking John who didn't quite know what to make of the gagging, wrenching, painful episode that would come upon him every half hour. I always knew it was coming because the little boy would sit straight up and begin shaking his head proclaiming, "No! No! No!" He began to turn the corner by afternoon. He's fine now- just a little clingy.
Early this morning Sean and I woke to Joseph standing by our bed gasping for air. The croup. I'll take vomit over restricted airways any day! Thankfully, we were able to settle him down with some singing, prayer and a breathing treatment. Knowing my boy, we have two more nights like this before it will conclude with a bad cold or respiratory infection.
To top it off the pipes to my washer remain frozen. I'm having visions here of a burst pipe spilling water away from the house without our knowledge and a $500 water bill next month. That wouldn't really happen, right?