Monday Memories: inhale

Both my kids are pretty sick right now- bad coughs, runny noses, respiratory crap- notice, the lack of blogging. We've been in and out of the Dr's office and urgent care these last couple of days. I've always said I've been extremely lucky in the sick baby department. Will was never sick his entire 1st year until right after Patrick's accident. He was hospitalized with RSV just weeks later. I know it was from the hundreds of people who were in our house the month of January. That's when I realized Will had his daddy's bad lungs. Come to find out after this weekend, both my kids have his lungs. They are both on inhalers and breathing treatments.

It reminds me of a trip we took to Lake Havasu with my parents. I woke up in the middle of the night and Patrick was missing from our bed. I got up and searched our hotel room but he was no where to be found. I frantically called his cell phone hoping he would answer. As it rang and rang my mind ran through the possibilities of where he could be. He didn't answer. I stayed up, waiting for him and finally, after another half hour he returned. Turns out he started to have an asthma attack in the middle of the night but didn't want to wake and worry me. He went downstairs to the front desk and called for a cab to pick him up. The cab was taking too long as his attack worsened, so he decided to walk himself to the pharmacy to pick up an inhaler. All this at about 2am while we all slept. I wish he has woke me to go with him or help in some way.

I have a feeling these inhalers will be apart of our lives for years to come.