Sick Again

When Mathias was just three weeks old he got Bronchiolitis. Every winter, all winter long, since then we have battled with it. Last winter we were on a nebulizer all winter long and into the spring with two different medicines every couple of hours. The doctor told us it is kind-of asthma related and that he will most likely grow out of it, hopefully by the time he is three. This winter has been so much better than the last. Last winter he got sick and stayed sick pretty much at the first sight of winter and all winter long. We rented the nebulizer for so long that we actually own it now. Anyway, this winter we were feeling pretty good. We had made it through the holidays without a cold and a trip to the doctor's office. He did, however, finally get sick about a week and a half ago and of course it went straight to his lungs. I was not about to start our regular trips to the doctors again. I figure I have been through this enough that I know exactly what they are going to tell me. So this time we put him back on his breathing treatments (we had some left over from last time) and at one point physically held him down to pour water in his mouth (last year we ended up staying two night in the hospital due to dehydration) and I guess it worked. After about a week of the cold it seemed he was getting better.

On Friday night, right after I put him to bed at 7:00, my mom called to see how he was doing. I told her he was doing much better, getting his appetite back, and drinking a little more. Not two hours later did Mathias wake up crying. I don't know how but I knew that he had thrown up. I guess that is what I get for saying he was doing better. Sure enough, I go in there to find it all over him and his bed. Poor guy! So I took him out and quickly gave him a bath and wrapped him up in a towel while I went to strip his bed and throw a load in the washer. Poor guy did not move an inch after I laid him down. He continued to throw up every couple of hours throughout the night and into the morning. He could not even keep water down. Now that worried me. However, about half way through the day he was acting fine again, just a little more snuggly than usual, which I can not complain about. We're guessing something he ate didn't agree with his stomach since it came and left so fast. By Sunday evening he was pounding down the pizza slices, totally back to normal!

(poor little guy looks so sick, still has his "bebo" though)

Can you tell daddy changed his jammies after one of the incidences?

(In my defense, the matching bottoms where already dirty and there's no sense in putting a perfectly clean shirt in the laundry just so he matches! It's not like he was going out on the town or anything...)