It was 4 am when I was suddenly woken up by a loud barking cough and crying. I shuffled out of bed and into Charlie’s nursery and I immediately knew something was wrong. Charles was crying softly and with each breath I could hear a high pitched wheeze. I picked him up out of his crib and put my ear to his chest; wheeze with each breath in, rattle with each breath out. Something was very wrong. What I originally had thought was a bad cold, had very rapidly turned into something more serious – croup.