Last night, with the three older kids at their dad's place, and Willow in bed early, Jen and I sat down to watch "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" to help us unwind from the chaos of the day. Sadly, unwinding was not on tap for the evening. Willow woke up less than halfway through the movie with a barking cough. It soon became evident that she was having trouble breathing, so we jumped back into our clothes and took her to the nearest emergency room. Jen had already decided that it was probably croup, but we didn't want to take any chances. At the ER, the doctor agreed with her diagnosis and an unhappy Willow got some medicine and a moist air treatment to help her breathe a little more easily. One of the nurses even brought in a TV so she could watch cartoons. This calmed her down a bit, and soon we were told we could go home. Willow happily said "bye bye" to everybody we passed as we left.

She is much better today, with a lingering hoarseness the only indication that she's sick.