Because a new baby can't ever just join our house without there being some sort of drama and crisis surrounding it, right?
Saturday night = Layla up all night with croup. Goes to the ER and get sub-par treatment. Hence, the next 4 days:
Sunday night = Layla up multiple times with croup symptoms.
Monday night = Layla up multiple times with croup symptoms.
Tuesday night = Layla seeming to be on the mend, only waking up once with croup symptoms.
Wednesday = Take Layla to the Dr for more oral steroids, a nebulizer treatment, and get at-home treatments. Feeling better about life.
Wednesday night = Layla up once with coughing, Finn up by 11:00 p.m. and in bad enough strider that he needs to go to the ER, DESPITE us giving him the oral steroids, nebulizer, and taking him outside for a cold air walk. Goes to the same ER Layla went to, get sub-par treatment again. Back home within an hour, stable enough to go to sleep--and wheeze and cough all night. Gets more oral drugs and nebulizer before J leaves for work. At least once in the night I held both him and Layla upright so they could sleep for a few minutes and be able to breathe better.
Tonight = God only knows. My guess? Layla will do okay, maybe waking once, and Finn will have a pretty bad night.
Friday = my last chance to sleep for about 48 hours after, based on my labor schedule...
So.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted. I am sure Jonas is too. Thank you, illness, for reminding me what infancy is going to be like. As if I had forgotten.
