We woke up this morning very early and thought that maybe a seal had taken up residence in Murray's room. I would much have preferred the seal over the croup. Grrr. . . I had a pretty good feeling that's what it was (I read a ton about baby and child illnesses), but he was fighting to breathe, so we took him in. They gave him a breathing treatment; sobbing ensued. Then he received a steroid shot; more sobbing. The poor baby. . .I couldn't get him to nap this afternoon, so I bundled him up and took him for a stroll around the block. Just what the doctor ordered! He's finally resting peacefully, and, while I should get caught up on the housework, will probably just rest too.
I hope everyone had a fantastic Thanksgiving!