Poorly

Oh dear. Alex started with a fever last night and then woke at 6am with the tale-tell bark of croup.

He has been fine most of the day but his fever has come back this afternoon (along with a steadfast refusal to take his paracetamol). Treatment is progressing but his lumbar puncture has been moved to tomorrow.

I hope he's okay for it. It's pakjesavond on Thursday - the night sinterklaas leaves his sack of presents outside the door.