By Monday night he sounded like he had croup so SFC Superdad took him to the Doctor. Throughout the appointment I was texting him and checking Facebook for updates since I was working. I saw a photo of the two of them and Peanut was getting a breathing treatment! Then I got a text that he was getting a chest x-ray! Holy Cow... does he have pneumonia!?? I waited anxiously for a call and got one shortly after, the Doctor thought he had a virus that turned into asthma.
So he had, according to Dad, a traumatic breathing treatment. It really upsets him, sadly he has to do these every four hours that he is awake. It's quiet comical, as soon as he sees me setting up the machine he has to go to the bathroom, take a nap, throw up (he doesn't actually do this) or he's starving and he has to have food now!
I try being sweet; "come on honey you can do this,"or "Come on buddy it's just breathing." Then is changes to; "You have to do this, Get over here!" Once the thing is on his face he is fine but coaxing him into it has been a challenge.
He also is taking two mega medications to nip this in the bud. Overall he doing pretty good, he sounds much better and he's actually pretty good at knowing when he needs to calm down and rest. He was playing Wii and stopped and said "I think I need to west."
He can't go back to school for the rest of the week because of needing the breathing treatments.
Usually he is better within 24 hours or so of a sickness but man, this packs a punch. I will say that having a mellow child is pretty nice... but I have a feeling that will end soon with the mega dose of steroids he's on... a demon child may soon be awakened!!
