I glanced over my ranting, raging, poorly written post from yesterday. Another night of no sleep has calmed my anger a bit because now I am too tired to care much.
After much struggle, baby’s fever broke at 5 a.m., which was a relief, but it was quickly replaced by a deep, chesty, barking cough. Recalling something that my husband’s grandmother told me, I tucked Søren into a fleece onesie, a quilted bunting, a cloth hat, and two crochet blankets. I opened the windows in his room and let the fresh, rainy Washington air fill his room. Then I settled down on the floor in a sleeping bag and waited. Slowly, his raggedy mouth breathing became quieter. Soon he was breathing through his nose again and using his pacifier. I listened to him breathe until it became regular and unlabored. At 7 a.m. I removed the hat and blankets, unbuttoned the bunting, closed the window, turned on the heater, and fell asleep for 2 hours.
It provided some temporary relief for him at least. Tomorrow we go back to the doctor.
Note: I am not a doctor and this is not medical advice. I ran this idea past my son’s doctor earlier in the day and he suggested I give it a try. Consult your child’s doctor before attempting any method or medication to ease the discomfort of a cold.