So I know I'm not alone on this one...
But I'm going to say it anyway.
I AM SO SICK OF BEING SICK!
Even more importantly, I am so sick of my kids being sick!
Seriously, it should not be possible for little ones to get so sick. :(
Honestly, we probably haven't even had it as bad as a lot of others...
But I hate it anyway.
One thing I was told when Aubrey was born, was that she would have a weakened immune system and would probably get sick a lot easier than most. Although she does catch a sickness at the drop of a hat, she has actually been really lucky on not usually getting hit very hard. For the first year or so of her life, she never even had more than a cold. Not a single ear infection, (Maddie had to have tubes put in her ears by the time she was about 1) croup, (also another illness Maddie was famous for getting) or major illness. Until this summer when we started having issues with her breathing, she has always been relatively healthy. I'm not saying we haven't spent our share of days at the doctors office with her, but that's another story for another day.
Oh those were the days...
Once we discovered that Aubrey had asthma, it seemed as though everything started hitting her harder. She gets a little cold and suddenly she can hardly breath.
Last weekend Aubrey caught a little stomach bug. She started throwing up early Sunday morning and by noon we could hardly control her breathing issues with her rescue inhaler. We were having to give her the medicine every hour to 2 hours and she still couldn't seem to breath. So we finally decided to take her to the hospital.
When we got to the hospital they quickly discovered that she was dehydrated and started her up on an IV and some meds. It was almost instantly that the breathing issues stopped. Thank goodness!
There is nothing scarier than watching your child struggle for air.
She seemed a lot better the next day, other than the being ornery and super tired. And then yesterday, the dirty diapers began.
I couldn't get her to eat and I couldn't get her to drink anything. I was afraid we were headed right back in the direction of the hospital when she finally started to act a little better.
I woke up this morning with high hopes of having a better day.
And then Brooklyn woke up...
coughing...
and coughing...
and throwing up because she was coughing...
and then some more coughing...
She didn't stop coughing (seriously) for more than a few minutes at a time until at least 1 in the afternoon.
The poor girl was miserable.
Even when she fell asleep, the coughing continued.
After waking up she actually seemed worse than before. That's when I realized she had a fever. I gave her some medicine and she started to feel a little bit better.
And then she decided she wanted a cheese burger for dinner. :)
So we decided to take a picture of her saddest face and send it to daddy so he would want to bring her a hamburger for dinner.
And then she wanted to send him a smiling picture...
Really, I just want us all to feel better. Is that really too much to ask?