Monday, February 22, 2010
Once again, Zaya's hitting the Xopenex. I'm ready for spring, summer and the end of cold season. The poor little guy is already skinny and fair-complexioned, so when he's in the middle of an asthma attack, he's extra pale, with red eyes and nose, and his whole body shakes as he coughs and wheezes.
I know he doesn't struggle with asthma as badly as a lot of children, but I don't think it's ever easy for a mom to watch her child suffering. At least after this many years we recognize it for what it is right away, and know what to do for it.
Mim has a bad cold too, and coughs and snuffles and snores. It's been about a month for her though, poor thing. She wants to do breathing treatments like Zay, and doesn't really understand why she can't, though we've explained several times. I think the whole "you don't have asthma" thing just sounds like an excuse to her. We try to make sure she gets a chance to cuddle too, though, because I think it's really the attention that she's after.
We'll keep plugging along. Art is the only one in the house that isn't coughing and sneezing and using up Kleenex. (Zaya's teacher asked me to bring a few boxes for his classroom. Apparently he needs more than the rest of the kids combined.)Art hasn't shown signs of succumbing yet, but he's been buying a lot of orange juice.