Jed woke up with croup at 1 this morning. I thought we were going to end up in the ER, but Eric managed to get him calm with some front porch time and some steamy-bathroom time. Then, at 7, Macon woke up throwing up, which he announced by crying, "I left a trail of throw-up down the hall!"
By 9, Jed was feeling much better, but we got an appointment with his doctor in hopes of getting some medicine to help us avoid a repeat tonight. In the meantime, however, Macon's stomach bug had gotten a lot worse.
I'll spare you the details, but by time for Jed's appointment, Macon clearly needed help and the office said for us to bring them both. For the second time in just a few hours, I was feeling pretty certain we were going to end up at the hospital, but Macon's doctor saved the day. She gave him some medicine to stop the throwing up and we started him on tiny sips of Pedialite. After about 30 minutes, our listless, pale child was starting to stir and after about an hour of tiny sips at three-minute intervals, he was actively asking for more juice. A few more minutes later, he was sitting up on his own and after about a two-hour long stay in the exam room, he walked out under his own steam.
Both boys sat in front of the tv most of the day, but by late afternoon, they were playing in the front yard and Macon had managed to eat some crackers. By the time he went to bed, he'd eaten yogurt and a banana. I've washed about 6 tons of laundry, washed my hands no less than 10,000 times, and coated the house in Lysol several times over. Will it be enough? Only time will tell. Fingers crossed for a quiet night.
Sunday morning update: Jed has a mild cough and Macon is a bit pale, but both are up and running more-or-less at full speed, and the grown-ups are still standing . . . at least for now.