We missed church, again, yesterday because Moose started sounding like a barking seal saturday night… yesterday he spent the day running around like nothing had happened.
But it happened again last night. More barking seals and wheezing and other awful sounds (called stridor) that don’t seem natural coming out of anyone, much less a tiny little 17 month old body.
So today, we were at the doctor’s office to confirm what we already knew — our Moose has the croup. He is now on steroids (good thing he’s not a professional baseball player) and is laying on the floor – just laying… and wheezing. But less than he was.
It is awful to see your children go through things like this. And it can be frightening too.
Two years ago, Sweetums and Bug ended up with Whooping cough/pertussis. Both had been immunized, so we weren’t even thinking along those lines at first. Fortunately, I have a good friend who’s son had had whooping cough earlier in the year (*side note of irony: there were 6 documented cases of whooping cough in our WI county that year – 2 were my kids, one was the son of one of my friends, and the other 3 were the children of a friend of mine at our church. None of the families got it from the other families. In fact the other two families had no contact and didn’t know each other… it was just all some odd coincidence) I asked her to come down one night and listen to Sweetum’s cough. We got online and she took me to a site where you could listen to samples of the cough (here: Whooping Cough information and sound clips – sound clips are on the bottom right column)
I never realized how awful and serious whooping cough was until that moment. Bug, who was only 8 months old had a very mild case. Considering his age, it should have been a lot worse. But Sweetums – bless her heart – had it to the point of not being able to breathe and throwing up. She would literally cough until her lungs were empty. That is when the “whoop” or gasping for air comes into play. For months after, any amount of running or jumping would throw her into an ugly coughing fit. She seemed so fragile during that time. And looking back, she was. I look at Moose today and feel the same way.
We spent a lot of sleepless nights during that time, as we are now. Nightime brings out the worst in both of these diseases.
Please pray for Moose. It’s not serious at this point – in fact, the worst is the first two nights. It’s not affecting his oxygen intake. But he is uncomfortable and not sleeping well.