My sweet boy has a nasty hacking/barking cough that woke him up this morning in tears. He came to crawl in bed and cuddle and hacked out, "I need a breathing treatment." -this coming from a boy that hates to sit still and have a noisy machine puffing smoke in his eyes - as he describes it.
What is it? I don't understand asthma. I read about it and give all the medicines that I'm supposed to, but we still have these bouts. I guess I really shouldn't complain - he does get relief and is able to be himself. I just worry and wish there was a magic mom pill that could get rid of it completely - along with the pill for diaper rash, teething, broken legs, allergies, and constipation that I would have invented in my first three years along my journey in motherhood.
With Aimee, we hardly ever go to the doctor. We get all of our possible parenting senerios worked out with kid number one, and number two, we just use the checklist of possibilities and decide to wait another day.
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I am SO FREAKIN' STOKED that you started a blog!!! Even though we really don't live THAT far away from each other, it does seem hard to meet up, you know? So this way I can totally keep up to date with the latest 'happenings' of your life.
And I have to admit - I laughed out loud when reading your last post about Aimee eating out of the garbage can. TOO FUNNY!!!
I know we always say this, but let's get together soon!!!!!
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