Our little W has Croup. It's a sad, seal barking, sleep deprived household we live in this week.
There is nothing like holding your sick baby as he sobs wholeheartedly and those deep barking coughs wrack is little body. It was all I could do not to join him.
But then I think of others whose babies are terminally or chronically ill and I wonder how do they do it? Where do they draw their strength and stamina from?
Through all my wishing for good health and long, deep sleeps I am so grateful that it's ONLY Croup.
Good health to you all.
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