Today has been an interesting day. My poor son is getting super sick. He does this a lot but he has been pretty good about maintaining a clean bill of health for the last few months. However, this week he has been slowly slipping into his old ways.
It’s a scary thing. Every time my son gets sick, he falls quickly into the same down spiral of breathing difficulties. If you breathe you probably know that breathing difficulties can be scary (if you are reading this I assume you breathe). For parents, this is a nightmare.
When Avery shows even a hint of a cold or cough, we here a sniffle, or even sense the slightest change in the pattern of his breathing, we instantly wip out the breathing medication that his dr. prescribed. The trouble is that the breathing treatment is hated by 2 year olds categorically—my son is no exeption. And yet since we want him to live, we have to give it to him.
The breathing treatment is only a simple little oxygen mask with a canister that holds medicine. It slips over his face and the medicine turns to mist that makes his lungs happy. To the 2 year old, however, it has no benefit. It is an aggravation that keeps an unwanted object in view, hindering wonderful cartoon enjoyment. And thus the 2 year old screems—the whole time. This is no fun.
But, alas… The medicine works. Avery’s lungs are starting to be happy again. Starting! We usually have a few days of this before we are all in the clear. God is good to us, and my son. Health is always remembered as a blessing every time we go through this and we thank the Lord for it. Have you thanked the Lord for anything common lately?
When we’ve had health scares with our boys, I have realized how thankful I am to live in this country where we have access to good healthcare, and medications.
Sorry to hear about your boy, but I am glad for you that they have some medicine for him.
Indeed. It’s awesome to have the resources that we do in this country. Praise the Lord for so much blessing.
My daughter was always sick as a little child. From the age of 2 she was constantly getting pneumonia, bronchitis*, and sinus infections. For a few years her doctors thought she might have Cystic Fibrosis so every year we went to the Children’s Hospital in Boston, but her numbers were just below the mark and we were told she did not have CF. I used to have to pound her on the back just to help her to get her lungs to clear up a bit. It sure was scary. Now she is 24, and she still gets sick a LOT! I have since moved to AZ and LOVE the dry and warm weather and I never get sick at all here. Hmmm, Arizona anyone?
And the prescription is Arizona. I like it. I am coming. Thanks for chiming in.