Our sweet little boy was up 1,000 times last night with breathing problems. We pulled out the humidifier... still not breathing great... opened the freezer, let him soak in the cool moist air... didn't work. This morning when he was STILL having problems we decided to take him to the Dr. which means Urgent Care. Out in the Twilight Zone, which is where we live, the doctor offices only schedule appointments a month head of time. For example a few weeks ago Justin and I were sick and were not getting better so we called the dr.'s office. I asked the nurse if we can come in the morning or the afternoon.
Nurse: Oh, we don't have any openings today, but we can get you in May 7th.
Me: Oh, okay I'll just stop being sick now and then reschedule to be sick in one month!
Nurse: Okay so you want to schedule it then?
Me: Are you kidding me! How do sick people get better?
Nurse: Well that's what Urgent Care is for.
Me: Ummm... I thought that was for people without insurance on the weekends...
Anyway before I took Grayson to U.C. Justin gave him a blessing.
While in U.C. the Pediatrician called me back saying they wanted to see Grayson right away! So we went and....
he got a breathing treatment! Immediately following his breathing was SO much better. So now we have a nebulizer that he snorkels on every 4 hours. Sad that he seems to have asthma, but so glad to have medication for it.
Meanwhile look who found the formula!!! Those little stinkers dumped a can of formula on the kitchen floor and proceeded to dance in it until I realized what was happening!
Seriously... play with your toys! Isn't that what they're for?