TV programme: You love anything super hero and Tazzmania. iPhone App: You still play Angry Birds but you also enjoy playing flight simulators and a puzzle game called Water. Meal: Pizza! Its still your very favourite although you dont have olives that often anymore. Fruit: Red apples and grapes. Vegetable: Do oven chips count? Breakfast: You have started eating All Bran Flakes with a bit of sugar and milk, very healthy. Drink: Cream Soda or Sparberry. Toy: Lego and your lightsabers! You love: School, your friends and helping to clean off the table.
Whale watching on the computer
Something that happened yesterday:
You swam without holding onto your teacher, doing crawl and blowing bubbles and not sinking. So proud of you!
About a year ago, Aaron was diagnosed with asthma. I knew he had asthma from when he was less than a year old but the peadiatric pulminologist (our day to day pead, who we no longer use) told me that, no, they can only diagnose asthma from 3 years old.
Anyway! Once Aaron was on the right medication (two times a day every day) his asthma was under control. We havent had a single attack in over a year. Until Sunday.
Well Saturday night. Aaron started coughing in the middle of the night, we nebbed him and gave him cough mixture and he eventually fell asleep again. On Sunday morning though he woke up coughing and didnt stop. Paul took him to our GP who consults on Sundays and he gave us Pulmicort and antibiotics. We nebbed him with the new beds and after an hour or so it hadnt helped so I called our (new) pead, also a pulminologist and Aarons asthma dr, and spoke to his partner who was on call. He suggested a double dose of Combivent and 10ml of cortisone. Half an hour after giving him those meds there was still no change.
Poor Aaron, he literally could not take one single breath without coughing.
I put him in the car and took him to the hospital where our pead has rooms and called the on call pead again to tell him we were coming.
The nurses in the pead ward were amazing. Friendly and helpful and kind. The dr arrived and admitted us. He put in a drip (not sure who was more traumatised, Aaron or me!) and gave him an adrenaline nebuliser and put him on oxygen.
Within 10 minutes he had stopped coughing!
Silly monkey!
Turns out he had a croup attack which caused an asthma attack. Poor child couldn’t breathe in or out!
We settled ourselves into our room, a private room as there were only 4 or 5 kids in the whole ward. Aaron was a little hyped up due to the adrenalin and the cortisone they gave him but he was so good. He charmed all the nurses and the dr and was an absolute angel.
3 adrenalin nebulisers, 4 doses of cortisone and 1 night of broken sleep and by yesterday morning we were allowed to come home.
This was the first time either of the kids has been hospitalised and was pretty traumatic. Im so very grateful for the dr and nurses that made the whole event so easy and comfortable to deal with.
Yesterday afternoon I took the kids to visit my mom.
The adults, and Faith, were sitting outside on the patio and Aaron was sitting inside playing on the computer. He especially likes playing games on Cartoon Network.
So, he found a new game and since he cant read properly yet, he wasn’t sure what to click on. He kept coming to ask us what the game was saying, eventually after 3 trips inside I told him I was not getting up again.
About 5 minutes later he came outside and asked my mom if he could use her phone (she has some games on there), she said yes and he disappeared inside. A short while later he came back out and showed my mom a picture he took.
He had taken a picture of the computer screen so that he could bring it to us instead of us going inside.
I think its pure genius! I certainly wouldn’t have thought to do that…
Last week, I fetched Faith from school, put her in the car, drove to Aaron’s school, took Faith out the car, went into the school to fetch Aaron and realised that he had Playball and I was only supposed to fetch him in an hours time.
Thank heavens I managed to get us out of there without Aaron seeing us. HE would have wanted to stop Playball and come home!
This morning we were running late, Paul had to iron a shirt and he was parked in front of me so we had to wait.
I rushed to drop Faith at school first and thankfully she didnt fuss.
I then hopped back in the car and rushed to Aarons school. We jumped out the car and Aaron was dragging his feet a bit so I told him we were running late and he must hurry which he did.
We got to the gate and he pushed it open and I went through, a few steps later I realised he wasnt with me so I stopped and looked back, he was holding the door. I told him to come on, we were late and this is where my heart just melts and bursts with pride all in one go.
He looked at me, then past me at two moms who were on their way towards the gate and he says to me “Mom, Im waiting for the other moms to go out first!”
My little boy, my almost 5 year old is a gentleman, a mensch.
Both my mom and I have been saying for ages that we think know Aaron has asthma.
My brother Matt has asthma, in fact he has severe asthma and my mom is pretty much an expert.
We knew.
The doctors, not so much.
They kept diagnosing him with upper respiratory infections.
A few weeks ago Aaron started coughing so badly that he would eventually vomit. After almost a week of this we had an appointment to see a paediatric pulminlogist. I was very sick that day so my amazing mom took Aaron. Probably a good thing as the doctor knows her and my brother, he treated him as a child and my mom is quite, insistent when she wants something done, namely a proper diagnosis.
The bottom line is that Aaron has asthma. He went on to a hectic week long medicine schedule that included 12mg a day of cortisone. He is now stable and on a daily dose of asthma meds that keeps his coughing under control.
He is like a different child.
Also, my 4 year old (almost 5!!) can do the asthma spray all by himself. And he reminds me if I havent given it to him. Im so proud of my big boy.
I’ve said on Twitter before how proud I am of Aaron for his manners. His teacher tells me time and time again that he is the most polite child she has ever met. That he always says please and thank you.
This makes my mama heart swell with pride!
Its something that my dad was very strict about. We had to have manners. Please and thank you. Getting up and giving your seat to an adult. My brothers were taught to take off their caps when a lady entered the room and they were taught to open a door and let a lady go through first. They were also taught to open a car door for a lady.
This is something that I am trying to teach my children too and it seems to be working.
One of the other things that we have (finally) taught Aaron is not to say ‘what’ or ‘huh’ when he wants you to repeat yourself. He now says ‘pardon’. It is too cute!
I was given a bit of a mama pride boost yesterday again.
We went to a birthday party and Aaron had eaten a sucker. I saw out the corner of my eye that he was looking for somewhere to put his empty stick and I saw him ask the nearest adult where the dustbin was, he then went off and deposited the stick in the bin.
About 10 minutes later the adult, who happened to be the birthday girls granddad, came up to me and told me how impressed he was with Aaron, firstly for asking where the dustbin was and not just throwing his sucker stick down and secondly for how polite he was, he had said excuse me when he asked his question and said thank you once he was told where the bin was.
