Brock has become obsessed with Bob the Builder, especially these last couple months. He always been very hands-on building towers, houses, and garages out of his blocks or "ficking" things in our house with his tools. We don't go many places without his Bob hat on. The HS track kids love it and often sing the Bob the Builder theme song with him.
Brock
the Builder watching Bob with his "Bob the Builder worker clothes" and
with Muck and toy Bob. This is frequent sight in the Bleazard house.
Brock the Builder playing with his best bud.
His
sturdy construction hat could keep him from getting sick. All his hard
work building and fixing things must have led to a yucky cough a week or
so ago. 5 days into the cough, Brock developed a fever that night. The
next morning he seemed pretty normal, but the fever returned that the
next evening. And the next. The third day of fever also brought wheezing
and his abdomen sinking in each time he inhaled so you could see his
ribs.
Too
many red flags for me, so I took him into the Dr. Saturday. I'm so glad
I did. His oxygen was low and sure enough he had an infection in his
lungs. The Dr prescribed breathing treatments, a steroid, and an
antibiotic.
Brock's cool mask for breathing treatments that he hates and cries the whole time.
A scary night of a high fever made my heart break for my little builder.
I have liked the snuggling and 4+ naps every day lately.
I
am praying this doesn't last long, but Brock isn't letting modern
medicine help him get better. He puts up a dang good fight when its time
for medicine, one that my prego body isn't up for winning. We've only
successfully had one fully dose swallowed by Mr. Brock. And a few drops
taken in while hidden in ice cream or juice. But the kid is a bloodhound
and has figured out my tricks.
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