Another trip to the doc...

As I was leaving the doctor's office yesterday, I joked, "Well, hopefully you won't see us again with the other kids..." Little did I know!

Alex was up quite a bit last night. Initially we just figured it was Alex being disgruntled or having a nightmare. But this morning we heard the wheezing, and saw his little body struggling to breathe. It sounded like the teeniest little bellows in his chest. Evan called the doctor on call (ours is on vacation this week!) to bring him in for an appointment. They checked is O2 levels, and they weren't very good. So he had to get nebulized (is that even a word?) at the office. It's like a medicinal hookah, as far as I can tell. He recovered enough to be sent home, but only after a couple of hours. We then went and got our own nebulizer and medication. Something new to put next to the Neosporin in the medicine cabinet.

Hopefully the little guy recovers soon. Asthma isn't very pretty, especially when you're watching a little three year old struggling for each breath. He couldn't even move around a lot today, he was so focused on getting air.

It really makes me wonder about the poor souls who can't afford to get the equipment...I couldn't imagine standing by, unable to do anything because we couldn't afford the nebulizer (which, by the way, is not covered by our insurance plan. Sucks.).