We have sickness at our house. Tummy aches for a few of us, and colds for us all. And Tyler has croup. Poor little guy was up at 3:00 am coughing, or should I say "barking." He had it a couple years ago, and was having such a hard time breathing I took him to the emergency room. He did not want to be there, and kept saying "I want to go home." So the next night when he woke up crying and coughing I told him if he didn't calm down we'd have to go back to the hospital. It worked. He calmed himself down enough so he could breathe again. So that's what I told him last night, but he said "I want to go there." Because his chest and throat hurt so much he wanted something to help him. I felt so bad. But he made it through, after sitting in a steamy bathroom for ten minutes.
Everyone advised us to keep Allie home, not to take her out because she could easily get sick. But I knew that really it wouldn't matter because most of our sickness comes home with the boys from school anyway. And that's exactly what happened. So in a way I'm glad I didn't lock her away because I would have been really frustrated if I had, only to have her get sick anyway.
Poor sad girl. She has a horrible diaper rash, a fever and a runny nose. I don't expect to get much sleep tonight.
Didn't I knock on that wood??
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