I whinge alot.
You would think I would learn a lesson…
When you tell the universe you can’t take much more of the coughing and snot, the tears and grumpiness of one child, you expect a little reprieve.
Well, I do, anyway.
Instead the universe smirks at you in that ‘you’ll be sorry you said that’ kind of way and throws not one but three more sicky kids your way.
One with an ear ache,
and two with wind and weather induced asthma
and another who is threatening to come down with something.
All I can say is thank goodness the boys come from healthier stock.
The ear ache is easy, panadol, warm, comforting things, with the possibility of a visit to a doctor and antibiotics in the next 24 hours. In the mean time, TLC, in metered doses.
Can I just say, right here and now, that I hate asthma?
It starts off innocently enough - in Noah it usually starts with a tight cough which then becomes a wheeze and a cough. The ventolin puffer comes out but it quickly moves to the nebuliser and then the inevitable Prednisone.
*sigh*
One child on pred is not nice but it is doable.
When Noah is on prednisone, he is, how can I put it delicately?
A monster!
He is aggressive and loud and cranky and loud and moves a mile a minute.
Did I mention loud?
My sweet little guy turns into… Damien (you know, from Omen?) I have to stop myself from searching for the triple six in his hairline.
Ivy is the brunt of most of his aggression but we all cop it. Except for Dave, he can do no wrong. Noah hero worships his Dad, and rightly so, he has done most of the nebbing over the weekend.
I had to start Maddy on the ’sone today. It’s been a while since she’s needed a course and to tell you the truth, I’ve forgotten how she reacts to the steroid. Guess I’ll find out.
So, Ivy and Noah are a bad combination on Pred. I’ve known that for all of their Winters that have gone before this but this time, it seems especially…violent. no matter what I do to keep them apart, well, the image of two billy goats butting horns springs to mind when trying to describe them. Add to it insomnia and you can imagine, can’t you?
All things said, Noah has recovered quite well. Saturday was a bit touch and go, we had to push his ventolin right up to 2nd hourly and there were a couple of one after the other nebs. Today he looks like he has gone a round or two with a world champion boxer, the circles under his eyes are so dark but he is in good spirits and his wheezing is settling.
It can only get better, can’t it?
Please, placate the crazy mother and tell me it will.
Also, you have to remind me not to keep daring the universe. She has a mean streak.
She must be on Prednisone.
