Well, the sickie is hopefully (cross fingers, throw salt, knock on wood) at the end of the croup/bronchitis/virus she had last week. What should have been just a little virus ended up going into her chest and turning into croup/asthma and a big nasty mess. Five prescriptions and 240 dollars later, I'm hopeful that Little Bit is finally on the mend. The doctor said since we're having to do the breathing treatments so frequently (approx. every 6 weeks to two months) they're going to unofficially call it asthma. To definitely diagnose it, she has to do tests and stuff, but they're now going to try a preventative to help keep it from going into such a nasty mess every time the poor child catches a cold and we'll get into it more at her three year checkup a month from now. She's going to take Singulair for a month and if that doesn't help, go with an inhaled corticosteroid (sp?) like Advair or Pulmocort. I'm just hoping so much that this will help...it's like I get all tensed up inside whenever she gets sick, knowing what's going to happen. I'm so scared with this nasty flu season upon us, too, not knowing what to expect as far as if she contracts it.
Getting old is not for sissies...neither is motherhood!!
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