Dexman

It wouldn't be winter without at least one trip to the ER with Jack.

 

 

Both boys came down with a lurgie on the weekend, dashing our plans to visit friends in the Blue Mountains on Monday. I was drowning my disappointment in a glass of red and some dark chocolate on Sunday night when the unmistakable bark of croup rang out from Jack's room and he stumbled out in a panic, not able to breathe. Normally I would manage it at home but we'd run out of ventolin, making a late night trip to the hospital an annoying necessity.

 

 

It was a long night and he was a real little trouper...finally discharged at 5am, pumped full of Dexamethasone and ventolin. I'm amazed that we got home in one piece. Between the pea soup fog, the kangaroos bounding out onto the road and my extreme fatigue after an all nighter in emergency...the drive home was intense to say the least. We were both asleep by six and Jack was awake again at seven. Husband came to the rescue and took the day off work to let me catch a few more hours sleep. Good Husband!

 

The Jackman has since morphed into Dexman...faster than a speeding bullet, crazier than wiley coyote and blasting everyone around him with his killer cough and accordion wheeze.

 

 

 

Sleeping at night is for sissies but crashing on the couch during the day is totes cool.

 

 

 

Our week of catching up with dear friends has become a week of boardgames, art & craft and movie marathons at home, interspersed with doses of ventolin, neurofen and Mummy cuddles.

 

 

 

Hoping that this feverish little guy perks up in the next few days.

 

xx Em

 

 

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