In the middle of the night, I was yanked out of sleep by this guy as he grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me as hard as he could in the dark.
“Something happened to the baby,” he said.
We raced down the hall together, and just as I got to the door, I could hear the baby’s raspy breathing. And as I lifted him awake, it rattled him enough to produce that distinctive bark. At some point after his bedtime and now, the croup settled in.
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