Yes, really. This is what it looks like at the West house.
If I was to add sound, it wouldn't be pretty. Coughing. Wheezing. Crying. Complaining.
Who can blame him, really?
Poor guy, he was diagnosed in the ER in the middle of the night last week. We went late to the new Cardon's Center at Banner Desert. It was busy, with a really great staff. He received 3 breathing treatments and then had a chest x-ray from a portable machine that was disguised as a firetruck. While there, my 3 year old enjoyed control of the clicker, new crayons and coloring book, and several middle of the night trips to the "Nourishment" room.
Since then, T has been on an antibiotic and breathing treatments.
Today, I think a down hill turn. No appetite, no joy, no patience...hmmm.
Tomorrow, back to the Dr.