The baby has croup. She is better today. I took her to the doctor after a night of listening to her cough like a seal. She is on antibiotics, and a steroid. She needs a nebulizer treatment three times a day. She loves the attention of having to sit with a mask on, and makes sure everyone gathers around her. I kept thinking how thankful I was to have medicine, and diapers. I kept thinking about desperate people in Japan. Frightened parents, with babies. Unable to get help for their families.
Charlotte was sick yesterday. She was lying on the couch all day, with a pain in her neck. The pain got so bad that she cried. I, of course, began researching spinal meningitis, and my heart began to race. I kept checking her for signs of mental confusion, and lethargy. David thought I was nuts. She apparently slept funny on her pillow all night. I was ready to whisk her off to the emergency room. Than she told me she was feeling better, and I was relieved.
What a difference a year, or a month, or a week, makes. What a difference a day can make.
Like night and day.