I was having a horrible, no good very bad day. First, I was extremely uncomfortable being pregnant. Second, Rocket was being a pill. His redeeming act was putting himself down for a nap (the kid hasn't napped in almost 2 years and should have been my first clue that he was sick).
Then, I dropped the lid of my favorite crock pot and it shattered all over my kitchen.
I burst into tears.
Later that night I could tell that Rocket wasn't feeling well. He was really wheezy and congested. As he was sleeping he was really struggling to breathe and had a lot of stridor. At 11pm, I finally decided to take him to the ER. His breathing was concerning me and I knew he needed some steroids to open up his airway. That led to us spending the next 7 hours at the hospital.
Thankfully he recovered from this bout of croup quickly and was back to his happy self in just a few days.
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