Nathaniel's first two breathing treatments were a disaster. I had to hold him against my body with his arms pinned down and his head tucked in and keep the breathing mask close to his mouth and nose while he writhed and screamed. The third time he seemed to accept the inevitable and sat quietly the whole time, watching Baby
Einstein and fingering the equipment. While sickness has not been fun it does give me the opportunity for some quiet,
snuggly moments with an otherwise non-
snuggly child.
Little fingers...
This is the glamorous face of a stay at home mom who has spent the past few days nursing a sick baby, trying to entertain an active 4 year old, keep the house in some
semblance of cleanliness, and maybe get a few hours of sleep in order to fight off her own scratchy throat and persistant cough.
I think that after 2 days of antibiotics and breathing treatments Nathaniel is starting to feel better. He is chattering away, finding things to dismantle, and his appetite appears to be returning as evidenced by the fact that he crawled up to the table and tried to finish off the leavings of Jeremiah's breakfast!
1 comment:
oh, i hope you guys feel better soon. i remember my baby brother dave had asthma really bad and it was very difficult to get him to do his breathing treatments. i remember when it got so bad that he slept in the bathtub with the humidifier blowing out as much warm damp air into that confined space as it could. those were scary days. turned out he was allergic to DIRT and GRASS! yikes!
-jess
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