My Little Man is sick. Croup.
Mommy is sad.
He's not too terribly bad. I've seen him worse. But the fire isn't in him. Some would think this to be a good thing, and I enjoyed it for an hour or two, but I love my high-spirited boy! He's sharing, snuggling, watching videos....all the stuff I wish on a daily basis he would do, so I'm trying to enjoy it as much as I can...and put a positive spin on it. But I want him well. I want my Little Man back!
It's certainly no fun when they're sick.
He has to use a nebulizer for the croup, which Daddy does for him. One look at him with that mask on his face, hooked up to a machine to help him breathe and my heart literally ached for all the parents out there with really sick kids...something they won't recover from quite so easily, or perhaps not at all. So thankful. So, so thankful...
And there are really no words for that.
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