Last night, as we tucked ourselves into our beds, we heard the distinct and familiar sound of a barking croup cough. We scrambled to Tehilla's room and found her sitting up in bed.
"I'm coughing. A lot."
"Yes, I hear you coughing."
"I'm sick...and sweet."
We gave her a dose of ventolin to open her airways and opened her window to let the cold air in and help her breath.
We prepared for a rough night, but she actually slept fine after that. This morning, she woke up barking again, so we went to the doctor and unfortunately got a doctor we don't love. He heard her strydor but felt she was okay and agreed with how we handled it. Only a little bit of advocating was necessary as we discussed what to do if she was struggling to breath, which came down to running to the ER for oxygen and steroids.
She seems to be doing well, so I don't think we will end up with anything like that.
Tehilla very nicely asked the doctor for a sticker. I was impressed with that as it seems she has really gotten over the trauma of her surgery.
Other than that, Tehilla has been methodically coloring our possessions and the members of our family pink. She enjoys sneaking up on us and quickly scribbling on our limbs. We have not located her stash of markers.