A somewhat rocky few weeks with stupid unseasonal weather have seen both our two go down with awful colds and we've spent a great deal of time stuck indoors. A was back on her prednisolone at the weekend due to worsening symptoms after her second cold in two weeks and Baby L has been down for weeks drowning in snot and struggling with a crackly, wheezy chest (which of course is always clear when a doctor gets to listen to it). To be honest I think that I am paranoid that he'll develop asthma and as such I think that the fear of missing symptoms in him and going through anything like what we've been through with A drives a mild hysteria in me which I know that I must fight. But then the tiredness of being up at night so much with him for three weeks solid doesn't really lend itself to rational thought!
A's behaviour while taking the steroids this time round was quite something and a really tangible reminder of the wonder (asthma symptoms under control within 24 hours) versus the horror (growth issues, behaviour problems etc) of the drug. Poor Baby L spent an uncertain few days with his usually doting sister suddenly experimenting with the laws of gravity (if I hold these stacking cups over his head, at what point do one or all of them hit him on the head?) and all manner of projectiles aimed (if not at him), perilously close. Prednisolone finished, her budding career as a Physicist also appears to be at an end, poor Baby L's snot however, still continues.
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