Part 1: I can't express how blessed we are to have had no health problems with any of our children. I often think I take for granted that we NEVER go to the doctor unless we are getting shots. I was humbled once again this week after my little healthy bubble was rocked. We went and looked at another breed of puppies on Sunday (golden retrievers). We were thrilled that the only reaction he has was some minor itching. Hurray we can get a dog! BUT........coincidence or not, later that evening his nose began to run and he developed a minor cough. No big deal right? My kids have had colds, I really thought nothing of it. Monday came, the cough became more persistent and proceeded to keep all of us up (well mom, dad and Weston). Doug ran and got some cough medication and Tuesday the cough stopped, BUT then wheezing began. Again, I was letting nature take it's course. I guess I am one of those doctors wives who thinks the doctor really can't do or say anything to help unless it's over 7 days. Isn't that normally what they tell you anyways? I am sure it's just my way of avoiding co-pays and waiting at the doctors office. I hate that!
Taking self portraits before the doctor came in.
Looking at his face you would never know he was sick....
he has a super high tolerance for pain!
Anyways, Tuesday night was super scary. Weston began to wheeze and even worse later on in the evening. His little tummy was rising up and down frantically. It was so sad! He was struggling to breathe and I was beside myself. I had no idea what to do and Doug was on call. After talking to Doug he hung up and immediately called Greg (who literally saved us) Greg brought over a nebulizer and some albuterol (Maryn had this occur about 6 months ago). We did a couple of breathing treatments with him and he seemed to calm down a bit. Greg expressed to call them if I needed anything at anytime during the night. So nice. Weston fell asleep and I stayed awake until midnight so I could give him another treatment before bed. In the meantime, he managed to fall off of my bed and slice a cut above his eye. Poor dude! I was amazingly calm, cleaned it up and thought it may need a stitch, but wasn't sure. I just placed a band aid on it and hoped for the best. Fast forward to Wednesday morning.....Angie called me first thing and offered to take my kids to school so that Weston could sleep. Another save! I called the doctor and was able to get him in first thing this morning.
Weston's counter of medications, with an ouchy price tag.
Weston is so completely opposite than Luke, he was beyond excited to go to the doctor. I dropped Luke off at school (I had to assure him he wasn't going). Weston walked into the room like a champ and the PA expressed how glad she was we had a friend to help us last night and that I brought him in today. Good call for mom! He did in fact, have some sort of allergy and it seemed it got a bit out of control. I was shocked when she told me he also had an ear infection. Talk about your double whammy! She did say he could have used a butterfly stitch above his eye, but said it would heal just fine. She prescribed me with a "puffer", Prednisone, ammoxicillin, and some Zyrtec. I briefly told her about the dog incident and she didn't think it was an issue, just a coincidence. Normally when you remove the allergen, the symptoms tend to go away. I couldn't be more thankful to have our good, trusty friends down the street. I guess you could say this was a blessing in disguise, I had planned on taking him to an allergist about what he was allergic to. The PA told me this should clear it all up and he shouldn't have anymore problems. Unfortunately, I think we just spent our "dog" money on some medication, but I'll take that over a sick baby any day.
A happy, playful Weston last night.
Thank goodness for medicine!
: I know I have loosely referred to our neighborhood as the "ghetto" Of course we don't live in the hood, but it slowly seems to be turning that way. At least once a week we have graffiti cleaned off on the front sign of our neighborhood and surrounding fences. It's really quite sad. Last week once again, it was confirmed we live in a scary neighborhood. As I was driving down the main road before turning on to my street, it was blocked off by a tow truck. Someone (or teenager I believe) was driving fast enough to hit the corner street light and burned out all the grass in someone yard (did I mention there was a speed bump right in front of that house). My only thoughts were--what if there were children around? AND just today as I was out walking, I turned the corner to see yet another head on collision at the entrance of our neighborhood. Jeesh! Last I checked, we are three miles from a major intersection. All of these occurred 2 blocks from my house. What's next?
Part III: Every Thursday I take my boys to our ward playgroup. I was getting ready to turn left on the road where the park was and noticed it was blocked by police cars. I also noticed the credit union on the corner was roped off with yellow tape. What in the world? I called my friend to see if they were still there, she assured me they were there, but had to take another route. I got to the park and questioned what was going on? We later found out there was a bomb inside of the bank. They detonated it after they found it (we did here a loud boom) Ahh, I guess that is why there were dogs, a firetruck, police cars and ALL of the workers sitting outside. Oh, and did I mention I saw another wreck on my way to Sonic? Is there a full moon? I don't know about you, but I think that is enough scary things for one week. Maybe I should stay home tomorrow.
good deed: FINALLY killed two pestering flies in the house this morning. (okay lame but it was freaking Luke out!)
Love these new towels!!
Weston giving me "huggies"
Doug getting a little crazy with the lights
Our tree
