For about a year and a half, or however long it has been since my son has been walking I've thought the same thing every day. How nice would it be if he would just sit down on the couch next to me and relax for five minutes. I will never say that again. My son has croup. He sounds like a barking seal when he coughs. Each time he coughs he struggles to breath and he throws up some. The only way I know he is actually sick is that he has been holding still all day. He has done nothing but curl up in my arms and sit still. I hate it. I hate seeing my little boy be sick. I hate watching struggle to breath. I hate listening to his hoarse little cry. I just want him to get up and run around and jump on me. He didn't sleep a wink last night. He was up all night crying and snoring while awake and coughing.
See, this is how my little boy looks when he is sick.
This is the saddest ting I think I have seen ever in my whole life.
See, this is how my little boy looks when he is sick.
This is the saddest ting I think I have seen ever in my whole life.
