We have a croup situation going on in our house right now. When I put Annie down for bed on Tuesday night, she had a hoarse voice. I commented on how cute it was, but didn’t think much more of it. She never stops talking so it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that she’d talked herself hoarse.
Then, at 3:00 am, the coughing started.
Maddie never had croup, and Annie has never had it before, yet I knew instantly based on the sound of that cough. It’s so distinctive and sounds so much like a barking seal that Rigby started growling. Mike and I took turns going into her room all night, and it sucked (though we definitely shared a high five over her new bed being big enough to lay in with her). Breathing things always take me back to Maddie’s respiratory issues. Thank goodness Maddie never got croup.
The difference of course is that not only does Annie have otherwise healthy lungs, but she can also tell me what feels bad. This is an awesome new development. While I was next to her rubbing her head, she said, “Mama, I have a cough and it hurts my chest and belly.” So sad and cute, but strangely comforting to me. I feel like I can handle things when she can articulate what’s wrong.
I emailed Dr. Looove at 6:30 am and she emailed me back less than two hours later. She is so awesome. I say that all the time but it’s true. She told me to keep Annie hydrated and to use a humidifier if I had one (I didn’t, but I bought one). She also listed a few more serious symptoms to look out for, and to bring Annie in if we saw them. Otherwise, she said croup lasts about five days and gets a bit worse before it gets better. Oh, and she said that it’s always worse at night.
I think croup should be renamed “The Annabel Spohr” because if there was ever an illness made for her, it’s this. She feels fine during the day so she can play and go about her Annie business, but at night she coughs and gets lots of attention. It’s seriously her dream situation (other than the feeling crappy part). At one point yesterday she was being a bit naughty and I got stern with her. She looked at me and said, “Remember, I don’t feel good.” A master manipulator at age two.
It’s taken me a couple hours to write this post because Annie keeps having coughing attacks. Poor little buddy. I’m going to go crawl into bed with her and try to make her feel better.