Poor fella. In the two weeks before we left for our trips, David caught a bug that quickly turned to pneumonia. The doctor and call-in nurse gave us a stern warning about taking him back in if it got any worse, so we passed on trying any of our tricks when he woke up with wheazy breathing and a chest that was moving really fast. We headed to the ER, and by the time we got there the cold air had opened his lungs up again. When we left our house, David was a very sick little boy. By the time we got checked in to the ER, David was a playful kid who was happy to be at a party (the hospital) in the middle of the night. The docs cleared him to go home after a couple of hours. As we left, the ER staff thanked us for bringing in their most entertaining patient all week.
When David is sick, he is pretty much his good-natured-self until his fever really spikes. He turns into a cuddler, too. I hate to say it, but David's sick days are some of my favorite since he's calm, happy and cuddles all day with his Mama. I don't get anything else done, but the cuddles make up for that. A couple of times, I caught David lying on the floor like this picture or holding onto his head like it was about to fall off.
As soon as we came back from our trip, David came down with another respiratory bug. Now we're through that, and I am trying to become an expert on how to strengthen my toddler's immune system.
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