The family has been hit by a little cold, but for C. (my respiratory babe) its never just a cold. It hangs on until it mutates into the scary Muppet Show Monster..you know, the one with the big fat lip?
Yes, well, the monster reared his ugly head at 1am on Sunday morning in the form of a breathing/barking toddler crying for his mommy.
A few hours of steam in the bathroom and cold outside air, his breathing had calmed to get him to sleep...until 4:45 where it went to barking to inhale and wheezing to exhale. So, into the steam we went and then a little Albuterol treatment- which did little to help his breathing, but REALLY gave the boy a crazy demeanor for the rest of the day.
An after-hours Dr. office visit later (upcharges, cha-ching!) , a steriod shot (STAT) later, and a Dx of acute bronchilitis, he's improving. He hasn't slept more than a few hours at a time- which means I'm not sleeping at all. So, in the meantime we're doing 3 neb. treatments a day- which I don't really think help the breathing a ton, but give him the spidey powers to climb the walls and hang from the ceiling. Have I mentioned I'm tired?
Yesterday, during C.'s short nap and while Dave had A. occupied on some science project, I ran quickly to the grocery store. This had to be the craziest 30 minute trip I've ever had in any store. So, before I forget all about it, I'm making a Not Me! Monday post about all the craziness that ensued. Enjoy.
- I did not end up entering the store shortly behind a guy who quickly ran to get in front of me only to slow down once we were in the automated In-door corrale. He did not reak of cigarette smoke. I did not instantly nickname the rude gentleman, "Smokie."
- I did not make a bee-line to the produce department only to see a two year old throw a tomato at her mother. The mother did not respond to this behavior by doing nothing and leaving the broken nasty tomato on the floor.
- I did not turn right around to see a woman spill about three bags of grapes all.over.the.ground. She did not run over about half of them by wheeling her cart through them. Only then did she decide to pick half of them up (including smashed ones), put them back into the produce bags and certainly she did not put them back on the display of grapes for sale. Not at all. Common sense clearly states that a little sticky germ-infected floor dust is an awesome selling point for fresh produce. Why bother any kind of employee from the establishment- especially the one standing 8 feet away cleaning out an apple display. Nope, a dust-free apple display is much more important than e-coli infested grapes.
- In the deli, I did not see an employee walking by me cleaning out his ear...with a key. Cause, you know...nothing says 'clean ear' like some shaped, grinded steel. He then, wouldn't think of cleaning off that wax-ridden key on his pant leg. Nope! Not this guy. Nothing says, 'wipe ear-wax here' like an Arizona chino.
- And later, I was not accosted by Smokie's stench when we was walking so slowly in the back of the store that I almost rear-ended him. At which point, Smokie did not let out the loudest, longest, nastiest fart I have ever heard. On top of the noise and stench, he certainly was not bouncing to shake it all out. I was never so grateful for being able to hold my breath for a long period of time- as I was at that moment. I did not decide right then and there that the grocery experience was over for the day. Who really needs milk anyway? Not me!
By the way, notice the NEW couch?!?!? Thanks to Monica and Joe, we have an almost new (AND FREE!)couch with hide-a-bed! Love it! The hide-a-bed sure came in handy last night with C.'s sickness- he needs to be inclined while sleeping and kept flipping himself in his crib. So, he and I bunked out.
See ya'll in a few days.