Sick

Poor Everett is sick again.

This time warranted a late night run to urgent care. His cough was out of control, very "barky," and his inhales were audible and hoarse. Each cough brought a lot of pain which in turn made him cry, then cough... a vicious cycle! Thankfully, he was at his worst at 9 and we quickly found out that the urgent care would accept patients until 9:30, so out the door we ran. After spending some time upright and in the cool night air he showed much improvement - but not so much so that the nurse and doctor didn't immediately say "croup." The doctor heard him from down the hall and I could hear her talking to the nurse as she walked in, knowing already that she had a croup patient.

In true Everett fashion, he was a doll baby and flirted it up... smiling, talking, and waving. We talked to the doctor for a while and then went over to a 24 hr. pharmacy because I wasn't interested in waiting for the morning to get him some relief! He had a much better sleep once back in bed but since that only totaled 6 hours he is both sick and tired today. Thank God it went as well as it did... now to pray that we have had the worst already.

*When I took this picture he was looking so sick and pathetic. The color on my cell isn't any good though so you can't see how red his little eyes were. Poor baby boy.