Sunday afternoon Robby was invited to a play date with his friend
down the street. He was so excited to play with his friend that he
literally sprinted out of the car to run to her door. About two hours
later our door bell rang, and a sick little boy was on the other side.
Apparently while his friend was getting a game from her room, Robby had
curled onto the couch, covered himself with a blanket and fell asleep.
Obviously, this is not usual behavior for a play date!
Sunday
evening he continued to disintegrate. Between near constant coughing
and a fever, he had a difficult night. By the time the sun rose, I had
already made the decision that he was not going to school. He was most
unhappy when he staggered into the living room and in a raspy voice
stated that "his cough had eaten his voice."
Thankfully
we have a wonderful pediatrician who was quickly able to fit him into
the schedule. After his exam the verdict was rendered. My little guy has
bronchitis. I hate seeing him sick, but I did take solace in the fact
that his ears were clear of infection. If we had not had the tubes
inserted, I have no doubt we would be dealing with bronchitis and double
ear infections. (I fully admit that I am grasping for positives, but at
this point I'll take what I can get!)
He
spent the afternoon curled up on the couch, lifting his head only to ask
when his daddy would be home. I tried to get some work done, but I had a
difficult time focusing. I felt so helpless listening to his coughing,
and although I knew that he would be well again soon, seeing a child
sick is always hard. I finally put away the computer and resigned myself
to streaming Scooby Doo for the rest of the day. (Spoiler alert- the
phantom/ghost/monster is ALWAYS either somebody wearing a mask or an
elaborate machine.)
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