Last night, Flanna woke up with a croupy cough. The scary, she can't breathe sort of croupy cough that comes from nowhere. So I slept in her room all night, and stayed home with her today. My day consisted of opening popsicles, refilling vaporizers, sitting in steamy showers, watching endless hours of Caillou, and trying to come up with some creative snack or drink that Flanna would at least attempt to eat.
Poor thing, the evenings are just terrible with croup. The scary croup monster emerges at 5 p.m. and doesn't leave until the next morning at 7. So now we sit listening to the baby monitor for signs of inhalatory stridor, and in a minute I'll head to "sleep" in her bed for another night.
Fingers crossed that this illness is short lived. The one silver lining in all this is that I got to hang out all day with no other purpose but to be near Flanna. I told her about all the things my mom would do for me when I was sick, and tried to see if those things would help her feel better, too. Her favorite was having soup in a mug for dinner while sitting on the couch. And getting to sip on Sprite and Ginger Ale all day long was pretty fun, too!
What do you remember about being taken care of when you were sick as a child?