It’s been a rough time at the Town’s End. I’d planned on doing a nice little write up about my WIPs, but—as plans often do—they fell through. Heck, I even missed Featured Photo Friday.
My daughter picked up a cold at either daycare or preschool over a week and a half ago, and brought it home to infect the rest of the family. She rebounded with a day or two, and returned to being an active 3-year-old.
I didn’t pay too much mind to the cough, since my son has been coughing his entire life. But when he came down with a fever that didn’t go away after three days, I took him to the doctor. The fever stemmed from a double ear infection, but the doc was more concerned about the raspy sandpaper-like quality to his breathing. 
After an antibiotic shot for the ear infection, three nebulizer treatments, and a chest x-ray, we were granted leave to go home. The boy teetered on the edge of hospitalization, according to the doc. They don’t want to call it asthma yet, but he’s got a new best friend in Albuterol, a vacation with Amoxicillin and Prednisone, and the occasional visit from Acetaminophen and Ibuprofen.
Life is tough when you’re 8-months-old.
Though the girl escaped the major symptoms of this viral infection she’d brought home, she couldn’t evade one of life’s oldest forces.
Gravity.
Trampolines are fun, and with the net surrounding it, I thought she’d avoid the usual jumping-related injuries. Well, she landed wrong with her arm underneath her on the jumping mat, and dissolved into tears. After icing it, prodding for breaks, and wiggling fingers, we couldn’t see anything wrong with it. We asked where it hurt. It wasn’t the shoulder, or the elbow, or the wrist. Just the middle of the forearm. *sigh*
She winced and teared up every time the emergency room doctors tried examining her arm, but the x-ray thankfully didn’t show a break.
I’ve taken over 20 hours of sick time in the past two weeks, and most of that hasn’t been for me.
There’s a saying that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. I’ve never seen it that way, and that hasn’t changed. Yes, my son may have asthma, but at least he’s breathing. Teachers consider my daughter developmentally delayed because of her speech, but she’s attentive and figures things out quick. I might not be a best-selling author, but hey, I finished writing the book.
My grass is pretty darn green.
Have you hit any bumps in life? Does it seem like other people have greener grass than you?
I’m sorry about your daughter and son! Your whole family has had a rough time lately. Great attitude to think your grass is still the greenest though.
I hope the sweet babies get to feeling better soon!
Bumps? I’ve had hills to climb. And more hills. Some fashioned by my own hand, many dumped in my lap, and of course the blessings of mountains the children created in the living room each time I turned my back.
I still have hills. New hills. Higher than frikkin’ sky hills. But there are patches of green grass growing on them…in between the mud puddles.
You have every reason to be a delayed blogger. Your kids are simply beautiful! Sorry to hear they have been ill. My nephew’s best friend had asthma his whole life and still went on to play college football. No one wants their child to have something like that, but there are worse conditions to have. Your poor little girl. During the raising of my kids we’ve had three broken arms, one broken hand, one broken leg. And they say video games are dangerous 😉
I don’t have a best seller either, but I love what I do. Not many people can say that! Way to keep a positive spirit 🙂
I have asthma! Doesn’t slow me down. Much. Granted I’m not going to run the mile just for kicks, but biking is funner anyway.
Way to count your blessings! You know, when the kids are under 5, it seems like there’s something health wise every other day. When they’re a little older you’ll be astonished at how much less sickness/trauma there is. I’m wishing you all the best with your current challenges!
I applaud you for having such a good attitude with all you’re going through.
This season of life can be rough, but you’ll get through it. Hang in there.
Oh wow, sounds like a scary, hair-graying time for you. It’s great to see the bright side, I think that’s how we get though the tougher times. I do hope the babies get well soon.
Oh crude, I meant to say I don’t see anything amiss with your postings. I mentioned on my reply to your comment that one of the things I like here is the title/photo.
Oh dear! I am so sorry your kids are fighting off illness and succumbing to gravity. I hope they get better quickly. And I just have to tell you that your positive attitude is amazing. You are so resilient.
Thank you all for the sympathies and well wishes. I’m happy to report that my daughter has no lasting injuries with her arm. My son also is doing better, and not coughing nearly as much.
Life’s little bumps? Life’s little blessings!
Sorry to hear, Loni. It’s really though when it comes to our kids, especially. But know that this too shall pass, or start by getting better and eventually pass. My son had a febrile seizure at one because his fever spiked really fast and very high. It was extremely scary. We hang in there and he got better.
Yes, there are bumps on the road in this life of ours, and hills and mountains to climb, as River said. A great attitude like yours helps immensely.
Oh, Lonnie,
Sorry to hear about the babies… They are SO CUTE! I love your attitude. Sadly, all these trials and tribulations are part of life. It’s what we make of our situations that strengthen us. Your little guy may have some breathing issues, but at least he IS breathing with meds. Most kids do outgrow this eventually and hopefully that will be the case for your little man.
You daughter will mend quickly… Thankfully it wasn’t too serious. It’s all part of growing up.
Keep up with your positivity. IT’s great to see and you wear it very well. GREEN is your color!