so my ex was late.. by like 2 hours, which dramatically cut short the time at my brother's. He was rude to me, making me feel like utter dirt. Our son has been sick, and getting better.. but plateaued over the last couple of days. No fever. Cool air seemed to help his cough. Well, my ex kept on saying shit like "I would have already taken him to the doctor." "I can't believe you haven't taken him." and "You *have* to take him." Well, he ended up reducing me to tears. I'm not stupid. I almost took him to the hospital that morning but his breathing cleared up after a trip outside.... I already figured if he wasn't any better by today that I would take him in. Well, by the time we got to my in-law's my boy's breathing became very labored... wheezy. So I thought to myself, I'll take him in tonight instead of hoping that the clinic will be open tomorrow. So, we left the in-law's early and headed over to Mary Bridge Children's Hospital. By the way, he was still pretty high energy. Just his usual barking cough (that he's had since birth) and wheezing a bit. So, we waited the longest just to get checked in, then once we got checked in it was a brief wait until the doctor's called him in. Very nice staff as always. They said he was A-Okay, that he just had a swollen throat from coughing so much. So he needed a steriod to open his airway. Which happened to us once before. I came in with good timing. He wasn't dying or anything, but it was time to step in and help his throat a bit. So, it took 4 of us to hold him down while they did the cool mist thing in his face. I don't know why he was fighting it so bad, but he was. I flat out bribed him to be good with candy (he doesn't often eat candy... at least at my house). I was told I was a good mom about like 4 times, that I knew what I was doing (I really needed to hear that) and that it was just perfect that I brought him in when I did. I was told I knew what to do, and to not to listen to good ole grandma's who freak when you bring em out in the cold to clear up their breathing (we've dealt with his croupy cough enough that we know that the cool air helps him breathe). But, my mom, of course, had no issues with this cuz I was the SAME way as a kid. I know I'm rambling but it was quite a long night and I was very happy to be home by 10:30. I'm glad my boy is okay. And my ex has been very nice to me, since. Oh, and we snatched a humidifier and Brett is complaining less about the cold air because it was so encouraged at the hospital.
ANYWAY... so, yeah. That was my Thanksgiving. How was yours?
ANYWAY... so, yeah. That was my Thanksgiving. How was yours?