Poor Silas has croup. I have had a wheezing baby before, but croup is new for us. Croup is scary! After a seemingly healthy, happy day, Silas woke in the middle of the night last night barking and sounding like he was struggling to breathe. Jonny and I were like nervous first parents, “What do we do? What do we do?” I wanted to call my dad (he’s a doctor) so he could hear Silas breathe over the phone but I hated to wake him up. I remembered a scene from Terms of Endearment, and had Jonny turn on a hot shower to steam up the bathroom and then he sat in there with Silas until the hot water ran out. I nursed Silas after that and then put him back in his bed at the foot of ours (he starts the night there, and ends up in our bed soon after every night.) His breathing was so loud and so pained, but then when the noise finally stopped we were afraid that he wasn’t breathing at all so Jonny went to check him again (and again.) We stayed nervous all night. Today I took him for a rare visit to the doctor’s office. Silas was his usual smiling happy self. I was assured that this should pass in a few days, that he would probably have more episodes, but that we should just take him out into the cool night air to stop them. I gave him some homeopathics too and he’s asleep now. Poor, sweet, fat baby.
My friend Summer called today and mentioned that my Yarn Along posts never hold proof that I finish any of my knitting projects. It’s sort of this endless casting on party. I do finish things. See?
I finished my cowl watching Downton Abbey just as I said I would. This yellow is so pretty, but the way it reflects light makes it very hard to photograph. I am hard to photograph as well. Jonny has to take a kajillion photos of me to get just a handful that I deem acceptable. Photogenic, I am not. (edited to add: You guys are all so sweet-I promise I wasn’t trying to fish for compliments, nor “hating” on my looks. I just find that it is hard to get a picture that really looks like the real me and that was the point I was making. I may start having Jonny model my knits. He would have been smokin’ in this purple shawl! thanks for all the kind words!)
I finished this shawl too. It’s not for me though.
It sure is pretty.
That’s my kitty Winifred up on top of the arbor.