It was the croup. Poor Vincenzo ended his Thanksgiving night in the ER because his throat had swollen so much he was struggling to breathe. The doctors had him breathe a cool mist for about an hour then take some steroids, and he wasn’t too happy about it. That’s not what got his heartrate up, though. It wasn’t until Kevin said he was going to head out that the heartrate monitor went from “beep…beep…beep…” to “BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!” It was cute and sad at the same time, and it really showed me that when he has his temper tantrums at home over things like Daddy leaving for work, there’s a lot going on inside his body. His mac ‘n cheese rages are actually biologically fueled.
I am so thankful for modern medicine all the time. When my kids start coughing I don’t think, “Oh crap, this could be the end of it for all of us.” Instead I think, “Oh crap, he’ll have to miss preschool tomorrow.” There really was a time in history when a cough could have led to death, and not just for the kid but for the kid’s entire family. Crazy, isn’t it?
Anyway, we’re all up and running again and Vincenzo is back to jumping around the house in his underwear, yelling WHA-BANG at everyone, being a human neck rest at times, pretending to be Daddy’s “Boy Cape” at others, and trying to teach Rocco to jump off the couch. When, that is, he’s not screaming about the lack of mac ‘n cheese around here.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE: