First let me start by saying... HOLY COW! Okay, now I can begin... So almost 8 years ago when my husband left for USMC bootcamp and they loaded him up with who knows what vaccines (no I'm not an anti-vaxer), he never gets sick. And I mean NEVER gets sick! I've even had strep around him, full on had a make out session and he still was Mr. Perfect. Ridiculous right?! Anyways, last week he came home with a cold and I was so shocked. I probably rubbed it in his face a thousand times saying "See you are human!" Of course, as a typical man getting sick was like the most pathetic thing ever. You would have thought he was dying the way how he was acting. Either way he kicked that bug within 48 hours. Oh well, I had my fun while it lasted!
So fast forward to present day and I'm ready to kill (not literally) my husband! Why, you might ask? Because it has been a full week and I'm so sick AND so is Olivia! I know what you are thinking... Karma. Yup! Karma bit me in the ass with this one. Mine kept getting worse and worse. It started to burn in my chest and Tylenol wasn't doing anything for this pregnant lady. Finally the doctor gave the okay for Robitussin for every 4 hours. It has helped tremendously but this cough and having the icky feeling will not go away. To top it off I still have to be a mom. No playing dead for me husband!
Well for Halloween we took Olivia Trick or Treating. Yes, I sucked it up and brought my child door to door to strangers houses to get candy. Don't worry I charged a fee of Reeses and Snickers for hustling my sick pregnant butt around. I must admit it was way too much fun to see her face light up every time someone handed her candy, and when she would say Trick or Treat. Melted my heart and made all the suffering worth it! Which leads me to that night... 2am rolls around and my child is trying to call for me, struggling to breath. I run to her room in full panic, get the cool mist humidifier on, and stick her head in it. After a good hour she finally calmed down and I moved her into my room to keep an eye on things. If you think I went back to bed you must be crazy! After seeing your child struggle to breath, the last thing I was going to do was sleep. Sick or not I was on high alert!
Next morning brought her first thing to urgent care and sure enough my child has Croup! We have never experienced this before and probably the most scariest thing yet. Even with her 103 fever, all I kept thinking was "What if she stopped breathing?" NO parent should ever come across this feeling and this isn't the first time I have had this feeling with her. (But that's a later story of her choking episodes that I will blog about later this week.) So little miss has steroid medicine and an inhaler to help her out for 5 days. This is the third day on this steroid medicine and I'm ready to go find that doctor who prescribed it, and ring his neck! I get this is going to help with Olivia and she needs it... BUT... when he said it will make her a little hyper was a complete understatement!!! This child has been acting as if I pumped her veins with pure sugar and plus some. OMG. Someone save me! When her and I should both be resting, she is having the time of her life!
Her fever is broken, and her barking cough is becoming "wet." Today I even brought out the crafts to help with her outburst of excitement. So maybe there is hope at the end of all of this. Time to bring out the 3 cans of Lysol I made my husband go get and quarantine the crap out of our house! Also, the next time my husband gets a "cold" he will be banned from this house until he is 100% and then maybe, just maybe I will let him back in. Sorry Hubby but that was just RUDE!
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