(fwuffball parade, last year)
Later Sebby appeared like a ghost beside my bed. Also hot. Also rasping. "I need a fwuffball, Mommy," he croaked, feverishly.
I gave it to him, of course. I'm not a monster.
Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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Oh, I'm so sad for your boys! I hope you all are feeling better soon! And I just adore that Ky. And the rest of them, now that I think of it.
ReplyDeleteBe careful they don't get croupy, Mar. If they sound too raspy, run the shower very, very hot and keep them in the bathroom - probably with few clothes on. We had to do that with Gin when she was little - and then dress them warmly and take them outside for a moment. It helps to open the airwaves. Not that you want to keep them in the cold. Odd how it worked. ANd a humidifier is really important.
ReplyDeleteYes! I've tried the hot shower trick. And the cold air. It's scariest with babies, but luckily I've never had one who is TOO bad.
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