So, I was working on this lovely post today about Pookah’s first official day of Preschool and potty training.
But of course, Pookah had other plans.
He picked up a summer cold over the weeeknd. I wasn’t really too concerned.
Until last night when I noticed that he was breathing a little fast. But I listened to his lungs( I am a nurse), and determined that while he was breathing fast, there was no wheezing, and that he was moving air. Soooo he was Ok.
We turned on his humidifier, gave him some dr approved cough meds and sent him to bed.
He woke up this morning, and I could HEAR him breathing before I opened his bedroom door.
So, since I still haven’t transferred his records from waaaay across town to a pediatrician near to us, I made the looong drive in rush hour traffic to his dr’s office. I love them, but dang!
One breathing treatment later, he was better. But finally FINALLY we got sent home with an actual at home nebulizer machine instead of just an inhaler. I’ve been advocating for one for about a year, but it was always, “he doesn’t need one, he’ll grow out of it.” Hmp. And I’d rather not pay you for something I know he needs but can do at home. AND I need them to go ahead and diagnose him officially with Asthma. And not “cough induced respiratory distress.”
But anyway, my boy and I are back home, hanging out with CDub. Enjoying the beautiful weather from the patio.
And treatments every four hours.
Except for the occasional coughing fit, you’d never know our boy was sick.
I mean look at him….
Does this look like a sick toddler to you???