My two pigeons are sick (yes, I call them pigeons. I'm not sure why, given I don't think pigeons are all that endearing, but the word just comes out of my mouth).
Grace came down with "it" on Sunday afternoon. It hit rather suddenly and she just wanted to nap. We asked her if she was ok and we got the "YES, I'm just tired!". Alrighty. She spiked a small temperature, we gave her tylenol and sent her to bed. We went about our normal Monday. Then Tuesday came. I came home from teaching (another story, but a great one) and Grace was crying/moaning in her bed. She was making an awful raspy noise when breathing. A call to healthlink (a 24 hour nursing hotline) reassured me that it wasn't necessarily croup and they weren't concerned. By Wednesday morning (after a long night of waking every 20 minutes... which means I'm not necessarily sure anyone slept) she could hardly talk.
We saw a new Dr. yesterday afternoon who said her throat, ears, and breathing all seem fine. He thinks it is due to the cold weather an dthe breathing tube from her surgery (I still have a hard time believing this given her surgery was three weeks ago... but I'm no Dr. Just following that Mom intuition).
But I'm going with the Mom intuition that it is just some sort of nasy viral bug they are fighting. When we got home from the Dr. "it" hit Aidan. He fell asleep on his little couch, and spiked a minor temperature. This means if he follows the same course as G, that tomorrow night could be a long one.
Today I am thankful for tylenol, thermometers, hot air humidifiers (I had to rush out last night to buy a second one), and that we have made it almost two years before they have both been sick at the same time. And it's not Christmas yet. Thankful for that too. Sick before Christmas is much better than sick at Christmas.