Wow! Have any of you been through this? Last night, baby W went to sleep just fine. He had finished a wonderful day, was productive, played quietly, was just totally himself. At about 10pm we heard this horrible sound, like he was choking. He had drool running down his chin and was clearly horribly uncomfortable, barking and hacking and gasping. I knew in the back of my mind it was probably croup, but I admit I almost took him the emergency room. DW did rapid internet research and we decided it wasn't critical, and that it was most likely croup.
We spent the better part of the night holding him upright against our chests, but he would occasionally sort of wake up and thrash, hit us, kick us, almost like he was having a seizure. When I held him on my chest, he would keep his eyes open forever, like sleeping with his eyes open, but I would stroke his cheek and he would look at me. It was really bizarre.
Around 2am we put him back in his crib, hoping he would crash out (he never likes to sleep in our bed, perhaps because it is too much stimuli?). He zonked out and was awake this morning an hour later than usual, hoarse and growly. It is so sad! Today he is a little punky and will occasionally issue the "seal bark," but doesn't seem too bad. I just put him back to bed with a bottle and he zonked out.
Anyone else have any experience with this? How long did it last?
TIA!
CageyMack
37, married to my favorite person in the world, DW! One darling surfer-girl (12) and one darling, sweet boy born 3/16/13.
5/2013 Started TTC #3, DW's turn: 5/2013: Diagnostics (shg) and surgery (polyp rem.) for best chances. July-Oct: IUI # 1-4, medicated, monitored, triggered. All BFN. IVF in Jan May. Sheesh. Whoop! IVF#1 cycle started 4/2/14. 5/1: 19 eggs retrieved, 8 matured, ICSI'd. 4 fertilized. Only 2 to transfer/freeze stage. 5/6: Two embryos transferred. 5/15: Beta #1 9dp5dt is 134! BFP! 5/19: Beta #2 13dp5dt is 672! B'erFP! 5/21: Beta #3 15dp5dt is 1853. Yay!
"Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name. The story on the other hand can never be lost from its place in the world for it is that place.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing
Re: Croup?!