It's Monday, folks! Has everyone read Modern Love? No? Ok, here's the link:
Anywho, I get to go to the doctor today with LPT. (And you'll have to forgive me because I'm about to go into talk-lots-about my-kid-kind-of-mom mode) See, our Lil' Puddin' Tater has asthma. She has to use a nebulizer (she's nowhere near as happy as the little girl in the photo) twice a day and take a little chewable pill at night. Occasionally, she has to pop a Claritin if her allergies will be on high alert - bad ozone day, dust, mold, pollen, etc. Then, if things get really, bad and she is wheezy and can't really breathe, we have to bust out the nebulizer and in addition to her twice-daily medication, she gets to have a "treatment," which basically opens up her lungs.
Ok, there's the background. Now, to why we're going to see the "gockter," as LPT refers to it. Yesterday, LPT wasn't breathing so well. She was slightly lethargic (read: not enough oxygen) and over the course of the day, we administered three emergency treatments. None of these did quite as well as they should have. As a result, she was wheezing & raspy, and coughing her head off. So D and I spent a fairly restless night with LPT between us so that we could continue to make sure her wee chest was still going up & down.
So we have to see if it's the medication failing to do its job, or whether LPT is just reacting poorly.
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