Picture it...Saturday at 5:00am. Darren is crying and can hardly breathe. We rush him to the hospital. Two breathing treatments, one round of steroids and 13 hours later, they let us go home with a diagnosis of REALLY bad Croup. Fortunately he's doing great now and just needs to take it easy for a couple of days.
By the way, they didn't make Darren wear the miniature hospital robe - I just thought it was great for blackmail pictures later on in life.
Mommy and Darren acting sick.
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