Oh, hey! It’s only been 6 days since we’ve been to the doctor with O, we should totally go today. (Excuse me while I go bang my head against the wall. Ahem.) He was up from about midnight on with a croupy cough. Pobrecito. We had him in the bathroom with steam for a little while, and that helped the worst of the cough, but he was clearly uncomfortable for the rest of the night – his breathing was slightly wheezy and crackly, though his lungs sounded clear when I pressed my ear against his back. (Science tested method ya’ll. No, really, I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve seen my mom and sister do it to my nieces and nephews and I needed to do something.) He still sounds yucky, so I’m going to take him to have someone with a degree and a stethoscope determine that he’s free and clear.
For the record, we’ve been to the doctor every week, except the week between Christmas and New Years for the last 6 weeks. Please tell me this isn’t average. On the other hand, please also tell me that this isn’t a sign that there is something bigger at play.
The wordless part:
Reading before bedtime.