Mothering Many

As I said to some friends: Because! Boring is bad! Stuntman woke up this morning sounding like a cross between a fright train and a winded horse, and reported that he’d woken up several times like that in the night, and also had had a few incidents of shortness of breath. I gave him some benedryl in case it was just allergy related, but it didn’t help, and he continued to get worse, so I called dh home and took the boy child in to see the doctor, who listened to his chest and promptly asked me who he’d been seeing for his asthma. Umm, nobody, cause he hasn’t had asthma! She didn’t even have to use any disposable gloves!

Of course, I was pretty sure from listening to him that he WAS having an asthma attack, but the kicker is that he had a football physical in August and his lungs were fine, and he had a 9 year old checkup last spring, at which I asked the doc to pay particular attention to his lungs since his sister has asthma and I have RAD (yeah, I know that’s just asthma) and he was FINE. And today, I could hear him wheezing from across the room, and he’s got a fist full of fancy new meds.

In other, less exciting news, I got both Spidey and Stuntman’s clothes sorted today. Tomorrow will be the dress clothes and bookcase in their room!