Can’t even think about a title. Just GAHHH.

When you think it can’t get any worse, you find yourself serving your child a steroid-laced ice cream sundae.

But let’s start at the beginning. (SPOILER ALERT: Everyone is fine. Fine-ish.)

I could write about how lovely Thanksgiving was and how we didn’t stop eating for four days straight, how delicious the turkey was and all the pies (the pies!), how lovely it was to go on a date with my husband and to see my boys play with their grandparents and cousins, and about Julian’s and Arthur’s delight when they got to ride a steam train along with Santa.  Because that would be all true.

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But of course that wouldn’t be the full truth, and since this is a blog dedicated to my children’s health issues, let’s dive right in, shall we? TheWinterOfTheEndlessSickness continues and hit us again with full force. Arthur was finally well towards the end of last week, just in time for Thanksgiving. Also just in time for Julian to be hit with the winning cold/cough combination that lasted just long enough for Arthur to come down with the same virus, just worse. So he’s been getting progressively worse to the point where he was wheezing and breathing so hard just while he was sitting down playing trains. It was so sad.

A quick trip to the doctor to reassure me that he was fine, or in this case: that he was not. His breathing was fast, his lungs were inflamed, he was wheezing and trying so hard to get enough air in. All while being generally happy of course. On a scale of 1 to 10 (10 meaning a trip to the ER via ambulance, Arthur was a 7). He was given an Albuterol nebulizer treatment, which he at first fought like all hell (because OMG what is that thing on my face!)  while Julian tried to help with sweet comments such as, “Cool steam, Arthur!” But once Arthur realized that it made his breathing easier, he just resigned and let it happen. Of course we watched the YouTube video of “Please Mr. Kennedy” a few times. Because when all else fails, that is literally the one thing that will make Arthur happy.

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I was also supposed to give Arthur a steroid to help with his inflammation, so the doctor told me to mix it into something he would like. So yay! Ice cream sundaes for everyone. And guess what? Steroid sundaes are NOT all the rage. My kid hated on that ice cream. And it came right back up. As did the other attempts of coaxing/forcing him to take the medicine (Julian: “Yay Arthur! Yummy medicine!” That kid seriously has a heart of gold. All in an effort to make his brother feel better).

So anyway. There is a ton of leftover ice cream and chocolate syrup and sprinkles, so I am in good shape for tonight. My kid will be fine, and this too shall pass. But oh man, to say it in Julian’s words: “I miss our bikes.” I miss our long and happy summer days, picnics in the park, and healthy kids. Also: a full night of uninterrupted sleep.

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