Well, we’re in Florida. The good thing is that it is well above freezing, and it is not snowing. Hooray for that!
The late-night flight was a gamble. Daniel slept almost the whole flight, which was good, but I had a large, loudly-snoring man on my other side. Less good. Rebecca only barely slept on the plane, so was completely fried by the time we landed.
They slept restlessly, Daniel coughed a lot. I don’t think we endeared ourselves to the condo neighbors at 2AM.
Daniel started to sound sicker and sicker in the morning. Junk-y sounding cough, sometimes seemed to have difficulty breathing. Spiked a fever around noon. We drugged him up and let him take a nap, but decided to take him to a pediatric urgent care place after he woke up.
He was clearly not his usual, happy self. Cranky, didn’t want the doctor to touch him or even really be in the room. Diagnosis: croup. My nurse mother-in-law and med student sister-in-law thought that was a little questionable, that what he had wasn’t quite all that. But anyways, he got a dose of steroids and a nebulizer treatment to soothe things, and directions to stay on Motrin for a few days and just watch to make sure things don’t get worse.
Ah, vacation. How much you want to bet Rebecca gets sick as soon as Daniel starts to improve?
At least it isn’t snowing.