Saturday night, croup returned, and it hung around for Sunday, growing worse and worse until poor bean was turning, quite literally, blue. His wee body working hard for each breath, we sped to the emergency room, afraid of what the night would bring.
They gave him two hospital bracelets and oxygen. My parents came, bringing with them smiles and sustenance. Bean was shot with a steroid in his little thigh. His breathing calmed and he fell asleep, and five hours later we headed home with strict instructions to return if it should get worse.
So ends a frightening night.