Down with the sickness

It's been a really long time since I had a cold.  Usually when I have one, it turns into a sinus infection, and I'm really sick.  This past weekend, we decided to visit Stephen on the rig so he could see Daniel (and so Daniel could see him).  My throat started to get a weird feeling Friday night, but I just wrote it off as an allergy to some of the chemicals in the "riggy" air.  Saturday I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a bus.  I became a foul human to be around. I was grumpy. I complained. I wanted to sleep and be left alone. 

When we got back home, Daniel started to get sick.

Oh no.  A sick baby is so sad. 

After my doctor's visit complete with an awesome shot (to treat the sinus infection from my cold), Daniel started to get worse.  Off we go to the ER to find out he had a cold and "the croup".  I've never had first hand dealings with "the croup" before, but it is a horrible cough.  My baby was miserable and there's nothing I could do about it.  After a shot, he was up and at 'em for a little while.

He still is congested and coughing. Now he's lost his voice.  We go back to the doctor tomorrow.

Sick, but still happy

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