The last five days have been … challenging … as a parent. It started on Thursday where Carter had a cough and a bit of a fever. We loaded him up on Tylenol, snuggled with him, and thought that it was just another cold to get past. By Saturday, the fever subsided and he was starting to act more like his normal self, just not as active and still with a cough and runny nose.

      Sunday we kept our scheduled play date with Denise, Marcello, and the kids and while we were at their place, Carter tossed his cookies. REALLY tossed them – I don’t think I have ever seen him have an episode where he heaved more like an adult than little kid spit-up puking then moving on. He was lethargic the rest of the day, and when we finally gave him more substance to eat, he ended up throwing it up again. Sunday night, he and I spent on the downstairs couch together while he drifted in and out of sleep, needing Mommy, Giraffe, Elmo, Duckie, and blankies (yes, we have to have ALL of them).

      On Monday, Grandma woke up with something and Jeremy and I were also both feeling it bad enough to take a sick day. Grandma had pity on us and picked Carter up so that we both could get some sleep. By the time she dropped him off that afternoon, his fever had returned and the cough had deepened in his chest and we were all starting to get really worried. We called the 24 hour nurse hotline (BEST.BENEFIT.EVER.) and the nurse recommended we get him into the doctor the next day and if we couldn’t, we needed to schedule the mobile service to come out. Thankfully we could get him in early the next morning.

      Jeremy and I tried to split the night with Carter downstairs again (he hates his room for when it comes to sleeping) and all three of us were in sorry shape the next morning. At the doctors appointment, Carter threw up the little bit of cereal bar he had eaten on the way. His oxygen level was at 95%, which wasn’t good, but at least it wasn’t at pneumonia levels (92% or lower … normal is 100%). Diagnosis is that he has bronchitis and the doctor wanted to do a breathing treatment to see if that helped.

      We ended up having to take this tiny little mask that fit over Carters nose and mouth, hook it into a nebulizer that then shot the medicine in a steam for him to breathe. As you can imagine, it is scary having something like that on you – Carter kicked and screamed, “NO LIKE IT!” the entire time, fighting having it on. Not only that, seeing your child with a mask that you associate with terrible illnesses (almost like an oxygen mask) is probably one of the most humbling things to deal with as a parent.

      Lucky for us, they sent us home with one and now we have to administer treatments every four hours, four times a day. In addition to the bronchitis, he has a minor ear infection and is on antibiotics for the next 10 days. We have a follow up appointment Saturday to see if he is kicking this thing and in the meantime, we are all trying to get well.



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