After 14 illness-free months to start his life (a pretty long way for a baby to go without so much as a sniffle) Chase has come down with his first illness.
The little poop has croup.
It confused us because it happened concurrently with teething (which also causes fever and discomfort) but he kept waking up during the middle of the night (something he NEVER does) and Sunday morning Mrs. Poop's dad noticed Chase was wheezing.
The doctor gave him steroids (not Barry Bonds roids), we took him for a walk in the fresh cold air, gave him a steamy hot bath and humidified his room during the night.
I also made him some chicken soup (he doesn't love the soup but likes the chicken, carrots and matzo balls) and since he's Jewish that should make him feel better immediately.
He's already got some of his normal pep back which is nice to see.
Not that I'm happy at all he's sick, but he is kind of cute when he's looking all helpless and mopey, and barking like a seal. But hopefully by tomorrow he'll be back to crazy and running and barking like a dog.
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