Lets just say that last night was a long one, at 5:00 a.m. on the dot Noah was up and his breathing was terrible. Drew took him out in the night air, in the bathroom with the shower running, and later that morning even made a make shift croup tent. The grandparents came over, brought breakfast, pj's, puzzles, toys, and things to distract our sick guy, but I finally took him in at around 10. He got a breathing treatment, a decadron shot, and 5 days worth of steriod meds. He was just pitiful. It unnerves you to no end to hear your child breathing (or hardly getting a breath) like that.
Here we are with the mask on. I thought this would be a struggle, and he would immediately want it off, but I guess he just felt so bad there was no struggle.

After the treatment and the shot, poor thing was so tired of working so hard to breath he wore himself out.

Sleeping on us has been a common sight these days. We just wash our hands in between, and take turns with one or the other.