Tuesday was a day to forget. On Monday Riley woke up with a pretty nasty sounding cough. It was not a constant cough, but rather here and there at points throughout the day. But Tuesday was more frequent, and she was just not herself. Very lethargic most of the day, and just in a quiet, subdued mood. I worked from home and she basically stayed right next to me for the better part of the day.
Around lunch she wanted to go out front, so we went out and walked down the street a bit, something she loves to do. So the day is already touch and go...and then it took a turn for the bizarre. As we walk by one of the new neighbor's house, I heard a guy yell "Oh No!!!" and before I could even react, I just barely caught a glimpse of something flying through the air.
Unfortunately for us, Riley specifically (and also the neighbor as well), he had thrown a hard ball of dirt out into the street. The timing could not have been worse. When he threw it, we were not in sight, but just as we stepped into the line of sight it was on its way...right toward Riley. Smack. Before I could even react I knew it had hit her. She freaked out, naturally. Luckily it was just dirt, and while still hard and compacted, at least it was not a rock. I think I let out an expletive asking what was thrown...but then calmed down because I knew it was an accident, I could tell she was OK, and he was just as freaked out as she was, if not more so.
So he runs into the house and comes out with a large bowl of candy and tells her to take all that she wants. What does she do? She takes the only ones she can not eat (jawbreakers). Nice.
So as the day wears on, she wears down even more. We decided to call the doctor and they told us to bring her in, which at this point was right at the end of the day. She has no voice, has a horrible cough, and can barely hold her head up from being so sleepy. Prognosis: Croup. And a pretty good dose of it too. We sat in the doctor's office so she could take a breathing treatment to open her airway a bit and I don't think she has ever looked as pitiful in all her three years. She was a real trooper, and even though she whined about the breathing treatment a little, she took it all in stride, and was ready for her sucker at the check out counter.
By the time we picked up her prescription and got home, she had taken a power nap in the car so had at least gotten some of her usual self back, but still not remotely close to normal. This was one of the few times she has ever basically asked to go to bed early. So in we go, no bed time stories even, and she went down for the night. Here's hoping it gets better from here! I have to say though her raspy voice is possibly the cutest thing ever. Especially her telling us, in a strained squeaky voice "I want a kiiiissssss" as we were walking out of her bedroom for the night. :)
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