The truth is, I can handle the ear stuff. I don't love it, but I've dealt with it so long that it doesn't freak me out. But puke . . . puke freaks me out. Especially when it covers my entire bathroom floor. Disgusting? Yes. Must I share that with you? Yes. I feel the need to bring others into my world.
In the middle of all of the puke and coughing and clogged ears yesterday, I was reminded that while no one ever wants their child to be ill, this too shall pass. I was in the garage getting food out of our freezer when two ambulances flew by. We live in a small subdivision. There are kids everywhere. There are lots of families. When two ambulances enter our neighborhood, it's always cause for concern. Shortly thereafter, I heard a helicopter and went out to find Starflight landing in one of the cul-de-sacs.
I don't know all the details, but apparently a two year old had either fallen and was having seizures as a result of the fall or had taken a bad fall as a result of having seizures. Immediately, my problems seemed very trivial. While I hate to see my son sick, he was laying (albeit very still) on our couch watching cartoons. While, I don't much enjoy cleaning up puke, I realized that I was thankful that all I had to deal with was puke. As a two year lifted off in a helicopter to the nearest children's hospital, I was reminded that we need to cherish each moment and count our blessings.
A quick pre-bed breathing treatment. You should know that he eats this up. He likes having his picture taken with the mask on his face, and I think he looks ridiculously cute. The breathing treatments help to prevent the onset of allergy induced breathing issues . . . and they also rev him up . . . maybe I should stop doing them at bedtime!?!
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