Those dreaded words in the middle of the night, “Mommy, I can’t breathe!” I heard them so often when he was younger, but they are luckily much less frequent as he grows out of his asthma.
Sadly, the barking cough and those dreaded words reappeared this week.
We headed to the doctor and she confirmed what we already knew – he’s not contagious, but he’s sick.
In between meds and breathing treatments, he loaded up on art projects and reading.
I bought a 90% off pre-made cardboard diorama about 10 years ago, prepping in case I had a kid who MIGHT have a project one day. He found it shoved between some canvases and decided to use it to make a Harry Potter themed display for his room.
When he wasn’t painting, he was reading Harry Potter or creating more Harry Potter-themed ideas. I think he has a mild obsession, but he only has 2 books left in the series, so I am not discouraging it.
He was sounding marginally better last night. Luckily, there is no school today, so he has one more solid day to recover. We have three more days of frequent breathing treatments and hopefully the bark will disappear.
This headlamp was part of his Valentine’s Day loot. He was reading Harry Potter every night by hand-held flashlight, but now he has a better option. Here’s hoping to a good night’s sleep and healthier breathing tomorrow!
As we try to heal over here, I am going to kick back and read the stories from this week’s A Year of Stories photographers, starting with the insanely talented Meredith Rockefeller.