Last night, Robert coughed himself awake several times and only calmed down with nursing. Alice had another episode of croup, too. It happens every time she gets sick these days! This time, though, when I opened her door, I saw her hunched over her barf bucket (she asked for one a few days ago and hadn't used it yet). She said she felt like she had to throw up...I couldn't blame her, listening to how hard she was coughing and struggling to breathe.
Technically, croup is a thickening of the vocal chords that constricts airflow quite a bit. It's a symptom or side effect, not a disease/illness in itself. Alice gets it with every serious cold. She wakes up in the middle of the night coughing and finds it really hard to breathe, which makes her cry, which makes her need more air, which makes it even harder to breathe, which scares her more, and you get the crazy downward spiral from there. I get hysterically emotional (inside, of course, because I'm still Susan), and quite irrational. One time, we decided she should go to the ER. Bobby took her and I stayed home with Robert because I didn't want to be the one to see her die in the car on the way there. Yup, that's irrational.
Anyway, we've learned more about croup since then and it gets less scary with each episode. Alice is learning to deal with it better, too. I help her calm down, we do a breathing treatment, and she falls asleep again. "Less scary" doesn't mean it's routine for me, though. Alice slept until 7:30 this morning, which scared me. That's really late for her. I didn't dare check on her for fear she had asphyxiated in the night and I was too exhausted to hear her death throes. Paranoia remains a regular part of the croup experience for me *sigh*
So, we're all tired today. The "good" thing about Alice's croup is that the first night tends to be the worst. She might have another episode tonight, but it won't be nearly so bad. I hope. There's always wiggle room for surprise, eh?