Palmer has croup. He woke up on Friday with a barking cough and some serious wheezing. He was too sick to even cry about it; it just broke my heart! We took him to the doctor that afternoon (by then it was really bad and I was getting pretty scared), and the diagnosis was confirmed. We've been giving him Tylenol and ibuprofen round the clock, taking him in the bathroom with us when we shower, and putting him upright in his carseat at night with the humidifier on him full blast.
Today he is doing much better. I am so relieved. I feel that I am a strong person, but when it comes to my child being sick, I totally lose it. Every time he had a coughing fit I started to cry. I was an absolute mess! The experience was truly terrifying for me.
Greg and I were talking about how I am so overly emotionally attached to our little Palmer. When he is crying, my entire body tenses up. I can't do anything but frantically try and comfort him. While on the other hand, Greg can easily tune him out. I don't understand it. Is this a normal motherly response, or am I just an overbearing freak? Hopefully, it gets a bit easier as he gets older. I honestly don't know how I would deal with a broken bone or something more serious.