Where is Anne of Green Gables when you need her?

As a child, I read that wonderful series of books by Lucy Maud Montgomery, and loved them! Little did I know that twenty years later, I would, like Anne, be continually plagued with croupy babies. Whenever I tell anyone that one of my children has croup; the typical response is "I didn't know babies got croup anymore". Well, neither did I. Each one of my children has had several bouts with it, some mild, dealt with by a trip to a steamy bathroom, and then the big Kahuna; last March my little four-year-old had a life-threatening bout with croup that led to a hospital stay; and scared the living daylights out of both James and I. So this week, when we started hearing that tell-tale bark, from my same little Callan, no less, it led to two sleepless nights for both James and I, nights spent on the couch next to Callan, monitoring his breathing and making trips both into the bathroom for steam and outside for the cold night air. After the second night, after stumbling to bed at 5 am once I made sure the evil croup was under control, and slept like the dead. When I woke up, I was pleasantly surprised to find sunlight streaming across my bed; then realized why....it was 8:40 in the morning, and only one boy was dressed, two were asleep, and none had eaten breakfast...now, I can pull myself and the boys together pretty fast, but even I am not that talented. Needless to say, we did not make it to school! Finally, last night, which was the third night, we all managed to sleep all night with no croup...and I was too tired to appreciate that Elvis slept ten hours in a row! I hope that this sickness leaves our house, and we can enjoy life again....