All in all, I have enjoyed being home with the boys so far this summer. So what challenges have I faced? Well, only one problem! Squeaker has not really been himself. He’s been coughing for over a week now. I finally got him in to the doctor on Monday (I had made the appointment a few days prior, when it was just coughing). I actually wound up missing his appointment because I got confused between all the appointments we’ve had lately, but took him in as a walk-in that afternoon because his chest was rattling when he was breathing. He’s basically just been lying around, not doing much of anything. Certainly not wanting to walk or play or…well, be himself.
They confirmed he was wheezing, and gave him a breathing treatment right there in the office. I’m sure people were wondering what the heck was going on in our room with all the screaming and crying he was doing, but thankfully he eventually calmed down. Then they told me we’d have to do it at home, too. Yikes. The only reassuring thing for me is that, unlike oral medication, with the nebulizer there’s nothing for him to spit out. He fights it, he struggles, bites and scratches himself, and has to be held down the entire time, but he can’t help but breathe, so I know he’s getting the medicine. The photo to the right is the same evening that he had the breathing treatment at the doctor’s office and he was deceptively calm. He more than made up for it with the fight he gave me the following morning and every time thereafter.
He’s finally starting to move around some more, but his breathing still sounds terrible. On top of that, air quality outside is bad due to a wildfire, so I don’t feel comfortable taking him outside. For a child like him, outside time is absolutely vital, but with him still wheezing, at least he’s not pushing the issue too much. He’s too tired to do much.
He’s also lost two teeth in the past couple days. An event that I thought would be dramatic and just plain awful with him. But they just fell right out. The first tooth was just missing when he woke up the next morning, the next tooth came out during a struggle with the nebulizer. He seemed a bit upset about the tooth coming out at first. In fact, he wanted me to find the first one and put it back in. But we’ve read The Tooth Book so many times that explaining about adult teeth was fairly easy. He just needed a reminder when the second one came out.
So we’ve been through a lot in the past few days, but I’m so thankful to have such a sweet child. Just about everything is a struggle for him. He has to be held down for the nebulizer (and really any medical procedure, including looking at his throat), held down to brush his teeth, he doesn’t like to do things on his own, he still fights the potty issue from time to time, and he hardly eats anything. However, it’s comforting to know that after holding him down and having him scream at me during breathing treatments, once I turn the machine off, he turns to me for comfort. Then, just a few minutes later, he climbs into my lap and kisses my cheek. Because he may not understand why I’m holding him down (or even care for the explanation), but he knows that I love him. Makes me feel like I’m doing something right.