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Croup Crops Up

 Can you believe that I had no idea how to spell "croup" two days ago?

Thank you Google.

I arrived at my parents to find my wife and son in the bathroom with the shower running ... I am not sure what thoughts were running around in my head as I heard where they were, but croup was not one of them.

Then, I heard it ... croup.

And ... so aptly named.

In anguish, I was trying to remember everything I knew about child-rearing and croup ... it didn't take but a second, or two. Again, thank you Google.

After a quick refresher on what we were up against, I made a quick trip (with Jen ... my parents gave us a break from watching Patrick, knowing we were heading for a long night) ... to get a cool humidifier for his room.

Everything together, we headed home.

He did get to sleep, after two rough attempts where he coughed himself awake, having trouble breathing because of all the crying he was doing. He did get to sleep ... in between his parents, both watching him carefully.

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Location: Columbus, OH, USA

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