Last night my 15-month-old daughter Julia woke up around 9 P.M. crying and coughing like a rasping seal. She was hunched over in her crib fighting for breath. Our pediatrician, on the emergency phone line, instructed us to put Julia next to a hot shower. If her condition didn't improve, send her to the nearest emergency room.
Ten minutes later as her breathing worsened, my wife Carrie took Julia to Little Company of Mary while I stayed with Julia's twin sister Natalie.
Carrie called me this morning, around 5 A.M., to tell me Julia is fine but will need treatment for 48 hours because in part she may have asthma.
I never knew what croup was before. Now I do.