However, we all knew something wasn’t quite right when on Monday you were uber crab, and Tuesday your nose started to run. I attributed it to two-year molars (which I believe are still part of the problem) By Tuesday night you were a stuffy, snotty, breathing mess. By Wednesday night your fever had shot up to 103. So on Thursday we headed out to the Doctor’s office.
We left with a prescription for steroids to help open up your lungs, we were to start breathing treatments (again), some antibiotics to clear that nasty mess in your nose, and one step closer to an official asthma diagnosis. Not to mention your first lollipop. (which you loved, and freaked out when it was dropped on the ground and thrown away…)
My dear baby, I am sorry you appear to have gotten my asthma. I know how scary it can be when you struggle to pull in air. I promise to always have your inhaler with us wherever we go. I promise to always be there for you when you are sick and to have extra hugs to make you feel better.
But sweet little man of mine. Could you promise me something? Could you please stop licking the playground equipment and eating everything you get your little hands on? I have a feeling you might not be sick as often if you learn that there are just some things that don’t go in your mouth. (Life Lesson #208)
Oh, and PS, you get better faster if you don’t run around like a crazy boy when you are sick! I swear no one would ever know you were sick if they just saw you through pictures.
I love the sun for days, the moon at night, and you forever.
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