You guys, Mini-Mock has croup! He’s the hoarsest, raspiest, shallow-breathingest boy ever right now.
I took him to an immediate care clinic, thinking he just had a cold and needed antiobiotics or something, but once we got there they did x-rays and breathing treatments and gave him steroids and everything, and then when none of that seemed to help, they said I was to drive him straight over to the hospital where he’d be admitted for observation for the night.
So off we went. Once we got there, they put him in the standard hospital fashion:
Here’s the thing about Mini-Mock – he’s SO GOOD all the time, no matter what, that it’s easy to dismiss illness symptoms because he just won’t ever complain about them enough to compel you to act on them. It was only because he sounded SO barky and raspy and labored in his breathing, WHILE he was running around playing happily, that I finally took him.
The entire staff at immediate care fell in love with him. In fact, he so charmed the nurse, who was all grouchy and mean when we first arrived, that she told the doctor in front of us, that if any of his treatment was going to require a shot, she’d have to find someone else to do it, because she couldn’t bear to cause pain to such a precious angel. And she said she hasn’t felt that way in her entire 20 year career. THAT is how sweet he is, you guys. And you add a pitiful raspy voice? It’s practically unbearable.
Anyway, happily he seemed to improve while we were in the ER, and so now we’re home where he’s running all over the place playing and wheezing. That’s my guy. 
Awww what a sweetie pie. Get better Mini-Mock.
What a little sweetheart! Hope Mini Mock feels better real soon!
Big hugs to Mini!
I thought maybe he was there to get the car removed from his hand.
attaboy!
hope your feeling better, mini!!
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Aw, poor little Mini Mock! We’ve done the rounds with croup, ER visits with it, and with asthma, bronchitis and pneumonia with 2 of our sons, too. Younger one would be bent over, struggling to breathe, wheezing like a broken accordion, saying “Mommy, I *THINK* I have the wheezies” and that was when he would complain, if you could call that complaining.
So, I know exactly the kind of kid you are talking about and I can tell you that you’re in for a very special ride in life watching him grow up. (My middle guy is now 18, but we get to “keep” him at home for one more year before he has to fly the coop to college.) I believe all children are special, but those like your Mini Mock and my middle boy are breeds of their own.