Does your child ever climb into bed with you during the night? And if so, have you ever been awakened in the early morning because said child is wheezing so hard the entire bed is shaking? And did he start thrashing about because he had such difficulty breathing?
So then did you get up - at 4:00 a.m. no less - and start frantically Googling "wheezing, labored breathing, four year-old?" And then did you sit there wondering if your child might have pneumonia or possibly an asthma attack and needed to be rushed to the ER?
But then did you remember the leftover bottle of prescription cough medicene in the cabinet? The really strong stuff that really works? So then did you decide to give some to your child so he might calm down and get some rest?
So then when you brought the medicine to your room, did you prod your husband awake to help you? Did your husband half wake up and prove to be useless? Did you spill some of that sticky red medicine on your child's shirt, but hey, at least none got on your ivory, 800 thread-count sheets?
So then, when you finally got back into bed, did your poor child cuddle up to you and wheeze in your face? And did he stretch his little legs out and kick his father just a bit? And then did your husband yell out "Dammit, you've got to stop that already!"
So then did you wearily pick him up in your arms (your child, not your husband. Him you just wanted to smack around) and carry him into his own bed. Did you climb in next to him and rub his back, while praying he would stop the horrible wheezing already?
And then did he finally, finally - thank the Good Lord in Heaven- start breathing better and fall asleep?
And in the morning, even though he wasn't wheezing but still had a pretty bad, congested cough, did you keep him home from school?
And as your husband was getting ready for work, did you say, "I can't believe you yelled at Jackson like that last night!"
Did your husband reply, "Well, he was kicking me!"
Did you retort back, "But he was really sick. You didn't have to yell and be mean to him."
And did he actually have the nerve to answer, "I didn't know he was sick."
So you had to ask, incredulously, "Didn't you notice the terrible wheezing that shook the entire friggin' bed?"
And did he, as he walked out the door, shout back, "I was asleep!"
Well, if that's never happened to you, here's what it looks like later on in the morning:
And here's the sympathetic little brother who's not bothering his sick big brother at all. Nope, no sirree! He's a perfect angel.
Pray for me, internet people. It's only 10:40, and it's going to be a really long day.
So then did you get up - at 4:00 a.m. no less - and start frantically Googling "wheezing, labored breathing, four year-old?" And then did you sit there wondering if your child might have pneumonia or possibly an asthma attack and needed to be rushed to the ER?
But then did you remember the leftover bottle of prescription cough medicene in the cabinet? The really strong stuff that really works? So then did you decide to give some to your child so he might calm down and get some rest?
So then when you brought the medicine to your room, did you prod your husband awake to help you? Did your husband half wake up and prove to be useless? Did you spill some of that sticky red medicine on your child's shirt, but hey, at least none got on your ivory, 800 thread-count sheets?
So then, when you finally got back into bed, did your poor child cuddle up to you and wheeze in your face? And did he stretch his little legs out and kick his father just a bit? And then did your husband yell out "Dammit, you've got to stop that already!"
So then did you wearily pick him up in your arms (your child, not your husband. Him you just wanted to smack around) and carry him into his own bed. Did you climb in next to him and rub his back, while praying he would stop the horrible wheezing already?
And then did he finally, finally - thank the Good Lord in Heaven- start breathing better and fall asleep?
And in the morning, even though he wasn't wheezing but still had a pretty bad, congested cough, did you keep him home from school?
And as your husband was getting ready for work, did you say, "I can't believe you yelled at Jackson like that last night!"
Did your husband reply, "Well, he was kicking me!"
Did you retort back, "But he was really sick. You didn't have to yell and be mean to him."
And did he actually have the nerve to answer, "I didn't know he was sick."
So you had to ask, incredulously, "Didn't you notice the terrible wheezing that shook the entire friggin' bed?"
And did he, as he walked out the door, shout back, "I was asleep!"
Well, if that's never happened to you, here's what it looks like later on in the morning:
And here's the sympathetic little brother who's not bothering his sick big brother at all. Nope, no sirree! He's a perfect angel.
Pray for me, internet people. It's only 10:40, and it's going to be a really long day.
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We've got a wheezer. We keep that breathing stuff (the puffer thing) around just in case. They say he'll out grow it as his pipes get bigger- but yes, its pretty scary. ~jen~
Wow, I hope I wasn't the reason for Jackson's wheezing. I tried to keep my distance... Sorry.
-Uncle Tuan
I hope he feels better soon, so that everybody can get a good night sleep. I don't know how guys can sleep through all that stuff. I guess it's the "mom" in us.
It looks like a lot of stuff has been going around. We've been twice in the past 2 weeks, so it's back to disinfecting the house again...
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