We have been in the trenches this season with sick kiddos. Just a few days after Christmas, we all ended up with a cold that took Conrad down hard. What started in the morning as a runny nose evolved into stridor and difficulty breathing by the time we laid him down for the evening. Throughout the night he sounded like he was struggling to move air in and out. Ryne and I were both concerned, but didn’t want to overreact. We woke up three times in the night to care for him and heavily debated whether or not to take Conrad to the emergency department. By the morning he was turning shades of purple when he cried, so we rushed him into the pediatrician who sent us to Children’s hospital. Thankfully, a friend was able to come to Quinn’s rescue because we ended up spending the entire day there. Conrad received several nebulizer doses and doctors monitored him over the course of about 10 hours. A sick baby might be the most heart breaking thing ever. Conrad was so pale and clammy. His hair was matted to his head. His eyes were glassy and every time they met mine he’d cry for help. It was so painful to watch him struggle.
Praise God, our baby finally improved enough to come home and sleep in his own bed. He was diagnosed with croup and sent home with a prescription for rest and fluids with strict instructions to come back if he worsened. Lots of steamed-up bathroom playtime in our future.
