It happened again. That phone call. The dreaded phone call from preschool letting me know that Ryley is coughing again. Being the wonderful mom that I am, I had forgotten to take his “puffer” to school with us this morning. So, hang up the phone, and dash out the door to the truck, speed home, grab the puffer, and head to school. Ryley’s painting away. Thankfully, they have experience with asthma kids, and Ms. Shari has kept Ryley inside to play quietly instead of sending him out to the playground with the rest of the kids. He’s getting really good at breathing the right way, and keeping his mouth on the aerochamber while we count to ten. Sometimes, I get really frustrated. Why do we have to go through this? Why does my son have to deal with this? Why can’t he just get a cold and have it be “just a cold”? Why can’t he play like all the other kids and not sit in a classroom by himself coloring and painting while screams and yells of joy and play drift in through the door from the rest of the kids outside? Then I look around me. If this is all we have to deal with as a result of his prematurity, praise God. It could have been so much worse. A 26 week, 2 lb “wimpy white boy” started out with all the odds stacked against him. Today, he takes the puffer and all that it entails in stride. It’s just part of his life now.
So now I’ll spend the next week or so, giving him the inhaler every four hours, sleeping unpeacefully at night as I listen for the cough that means he needs more meds, and praying we don’t end up back in x-ray to rule out pneumonia as we did three times last year.
On a good note….It was harvest weekend at my in-laws’ house. They have a vineyard and two sections were ready for picking on Saturday. Grace and I were late and missed all the actual picking while we were at her ballet class, but got there in time for a late breakfast and tasting of wine from two seasons ago. They sell their grapes to vintners who in turn make the wine. Three of the vintners have won awards on the wines they made with the grapes from my in-laws. It’s pretty fun to have that in the family, and there are some great pictures of Ryley helping pick, and Ethan eating grapes that fell onto the ground. It’s always a good time with the family on harvest weekend, and the kids are taking part in their heritage. Sorry, no new pics from harvest…my f-i-l hasn’t emailed them to me yet!!!
Hope everyone had a good weekend!