Oi. This week has been RUFF, y’all.
My little Banks dude came down with Croup on Friday night and I spent 6 quality hours in the ER with him on Sunday, followed by 3 days of sleepless, scary, sickness.
I’m done in.
I’ve learned a ton about Croup in the last 5 days though, way more than I’d like to. One of the best things for Croup is to breathe in cold air. Helps to reduce/shrink the swollen airway that’s causing raspiness. But here in Texas, it NEVER gets cold enough….especially in July. So, here in Texas, we stick our babies in the freezer. Dead serious.
ER Doctor: “Stick your baby in the freezer with the door open and let him breathe in that cold air.”
Me: “Excuse Me? Come again?!?!”
It’s weird, I know. But Banks kinda liked it. I absconded the chicken nuggets, peas, and ice cream from my freezer shelves, removed one bracket, and had myself a Freezer Baby!
Man, I love that kid.
All the stress of the week was greatly lessened by the acquisition of my favorite top of the year.
Thank goodness for Anthro, the final say in feel-good therapy.
Now all I need is some awesome cover-up for those bags under my eyes!