Before we left for our trip, both of the boys had been struggling with allergies (like everyone else in the blooming south). I had even taken Graham to the doctor because he had got ear infection with all the drainage from the allergies. On the trip down, I noticed Parker wasn't breathing normal, but excused it because of "allergies." That night, around midnight, Parker woke up crying and gasping. He couldn't get his breath and was panicking. I too was panicking. I didn't know what to do. The more he cried, the worse it got. His lips were turning blue and he was was wheezing horribly. After about 30 minutes and a popsicle later, he started to get better and I was able to get him back to sleep with some what normal breathing. I am unsure what asthma looks and sounds like, but am pretty confident that he had experienced something similar to that kind of attack. The next day he had lovely petechiae all around his eyes from the coughing fit the night before.
He seemed fine in the morning, but still wasn't breathing normal. That evening when he spiked a fever, I took him to an urgent care facility and was told he has Asthmatic Bronchitis. Hmmm. The same diagnosis as last year. The doctor we saw there recommended Parker be put on some type of stronger allergy med next year before the season starts. I'm not sure what we'll do, but I do have some talking to do with his pediatrician to figure out how to avoid any more of those scary attacks.
Just as Parker started to get better from the strong antibiotics and steroids, Graham spiked another fever. He held it for two days and refused to eat or drink. He was extremely lethargic and slept a ton. I was feeling rather frustrated to say the least. There was nothing I could do for him because he was still on antibiotic for his ear infection and I knew that it must be a virus.
I only got to see this cutie once because by the time my boys were better, he caught something.
Though the trip leaned a bit on the dramatic side, it actually was a great trip. My mom has been struggling with some physical issues which have made it difficult for her to come to WV. I hate my parents not getting to be around the boys, so sick or not, they were spending time with their grandparents. Mom and Dad helped me tremendously with my sickies, so really I think I was better off there than at home alone with them. Plus, Heidi and I did manage one date night ....alone. I know, heaven.
The boys loved my parents big open yard and abundance of driveway for bicycling.
Having little boys means I get to do lots of "exploring" and have to deal with little creatures like this lovely slug. Parker always had something on him while in Florida. A worm, lizard, slug, ant eater, fish, etc. I really don't mind. Lucky for my boys, this girl really enjoys the outdoors and most of what it offers.
My parents pretty house.
The old oak tree swing. I had lots of talks in this swing while growing up. I knew something was serious if my dad asked me to come to the swing. It still creeks like it always has. I love the south.
Parker likes searching for tracks. He decided a dinosaur made these.
There are some foxes that live on my parent's property. We didn't get to see them this trip, but we checked out there den.
Graham LOVES water. I think I may finally have my water baby.Florida Carriage Museum. Parker was beside himself. He loved pulling up the little blue gill.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it too.
Even fishies need love ;)
Listen to his excitement.
Alright, prepare yourself. The next picture is just flat crazy. I lived in Florida 18 years and never caught a bass larger than 3 pounds. I decided to give my dad and Parker some space so they could enjoy fishing together, so I headed around the pond a little ways casting a rod with a fake purple worm. Who new those actually worked??? I thought I had caught some weeds, but quickly realized I had snagged a really big fish. I think I was screaming. Not sure. Look at this fatty!
Going on a boat ride to Gator Joe's. We only had one life jacket for kids, so Parker had to look ridiculous. I miss going out on the boat. I miss water.
They both have the wind-blown look.
Parker loved playing on the beach at Gator Joe's...just deep enough.
He kept wanting to float on his back. Crazy child. No fear. It makes me nervous.