Summer Interruptus...

It started with the oldest last week. She woke up coughing and her nose was dripping non-stop. Within three days, she recovered. Then the younger one woke up on tuesday coughing. With him, a cough sends me right to CODE RED.

He has asthma, and has been hospitalized six times. The last time was this past December. Five long days at the hospital. He came home on December 23 just in time for Christmas.

Part of me feels like a paranoid mom whenver he catches a cold, but each and every time he goes to the hospital it puts us in mental torture. Seeing him hooked up to IVs, Pulse/OX monitor, and an oxygen tank is more than I can stand. We worry that he's not getting better....we worry that no one is spending time with the elder child when he's sick...we worry that this condition will never go away.

Since my mother passed away from an asthma attack, I think that I'm especially more paranoid. His specialist took him off his meds a few weeks ago, and I'm wondering if it was the right decision. Especially since his cough sounded if it ended with an intake of breath. So, what do I do? I put him right back on the meds. He seems to be doing better.

Enough to go hunt fireflies last night. Summer resumes....