Monday, September 23, 2013

Turn Around and You're Two, Turn Around and You've Got a Massive Case of Croup

Alternate title: Love is...staying still while your sick baby vomits her entire dose of steroid plus her entire can of chicken noodle soup all over your shirt.

So...had originally planned on doing a birthday post for Mimi. The Super Carrot turned two on Saturday. She's been getting ready for weeks. Singing Happy Birthday to herself (and for Merritt, "happy birthday" is a reciprocal phrase, a la Merry Christmas, i.e. "Happy Birthday, Merritt!" Happy Birthday Nanny!"). When asked what she wanted for her birthday, she would answer "CAKE!" and when asked what kind of cake, she would say "BIG!" She is truly a girl that knows what she wants.

At two, Merritt loved babies. Her very favorites are Craw-cord (Crawford) and Jonah. Oh, she just wants to love them, but Merritt is a rough lover. She kiss-tackles. Merritt also loves Elmo, Mi-Mouse (Mickey), and Brobee (?) from Yo Gabba Gabba. She loves yogurt, grits, and fruit snacks. And is a pretty good eater otherwise as well. She is a smart cookie.

We had her party yesterday (Sunday) and had a gorgeous and delicious carrot cake from Edgar's, and all was well. This morning, she woke up with a cough. By 11:00 she had a fever of 101, and had to leave school. She took a lonnnng nap and woke up with a 104 fever and a barky cough. We spent the rest of the afternoon in the doctor's office praying that we wouldn't get admitted to the hospital. And we narrowly avoided it. Bless her, she did NOT feel good. She laid, limp in my arms, for two hours straight. The thing about croup is that it comes on fast, and man did it this time. Out of nowhere. She is breathing okay now, but wants to be held. And hold her I will. Good night.

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