We are back from our visit to the doctor. Dr. Harrington thinks she may have croup. She has the bark-y cough, but at the same time, she doesn't seem to have "stridor," which is hoarse, noisy breathing heard while the child breathes in (of course, now having left the office, it seems like it's all she does; in other words, paranoia has set in). So we're to keep an eye on her. Apparently, the second night is the worst. So we'll see how tonight goes and call if we need, too. Apparently a steroid shot can be given if the stridor is bad, to alleviate worries about breathing. But Dr. Harrington said we could also sit in a steamy bathroom with her, or take her outside to breathe in the cold, nighttime air (or open up the freezer and stick her head in there--ha!).
In other news, Baby Bird rode to Dr. Harrington's in the Moby forward-facing! There was no one to capture her first ride out facing the world, but it happened. After the doctor's appointment, we tromped down the way to the Starbucks for a pumpkin spice latte which we enjoyed on the walk home. Baby Bird enjoyed rice cereal upon our arrival, and is now playing away on the floor.
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