Welcome to the emotional roller coaster

Last week, as we were battling the dreaded croup, I had something happen which has never happened to me before.  I know, once you have kiddos this is a regular occurrence, but this one was different.

Typically, when something like this happens, it's either purely a joyful experience or purely a dreadful one.

Last week was both...at once.

Brynne was barking like a seal in her crib while Mama and I listened to her through the baby monitor.



This seal...

 

not this Seal

Every time I would get up to go try and do something for her she would stop coughing.  I would wait to see if she went back to sleep...crawl back into bed...doze off...and then be awakened by another round of animal noises.

After one particularly nasty bout she fell silent again.  Too silent.

Then the silence was broken.

papa?

PAPA?

My heart was bursting and breaking at the same time.

Brynne was hurting, which was hurting me.  She had tried to deal with the coughing, but was not doing so well.  So she did something I hope she'll continue to do for a long time to come. 

She asked for Papa to help.