Bronchiolitis strikes again! That's the beast that landed David in the hospital last year, as a complication of RSV. We spent this morning at the hospital on base. I think we're going to avoid a hospitalization this time around, but David had to endure, besides a breathing treatment (at which we're pros by now in this family) and the normal poking and prodding, a humiliating and traumatizing chest X-ray. (My new goal in life is go three days in a row without subjecting my child to something deeply traumatizing.) Overall, David was a trooper though!
I think camping is out. And I still haven't decided whether I'm going to Idaho tomorrow or not. We'll have to make sure David is on the up and up.
I leave you in suspense until next time. May my next post include pictures of Mary with her great-grandmother and David in the woods, and not pictures like these (from David's five-day hospitalization last year):
(I realize maybe I shouldn't post pictures of the worst week of David's life. But I think they're proof that my kid is cute in any situation!)
