Acute Bronchitis

I was going to crack a corny joke about Lucas contracting Acute Bronchitis because he was so cute...you know how it goes. But I figured that we aren't in Amercia so being corny probably isn't cool here.

Poor Lucas had been coughing like a chain smoking old man for about 3 weeks. After 3 visits to 3 doctors, nothing improved and he did not get better in anyway. In fact, after an evening of dipping his legs in the pool, he contracted brochitis. And we found out the hard way, learning the fact from an alert doctor who observed his rapid breathing when we brought him in for high fever.

The poor puppy was so freaked by on the first day of his hospital that he couldnt even lay down for an x-ray, much less for his nebuliser treatment,
much less when he had to take meds, and much much less when they had to put an IV in his hand.



But it was Grandpa and Grandma who came to Lucas' (and ours) rescue. Armed with love and enough gifts to qualify as Santa, Grandpa simply bribed his way through all of Lucas' med taking, nebuliser inhaling and x-ray taking sessions. At the end of the hospital stay, Lucas' stash looked like he was ten and had gone through as many Xmas'es.

Grandma stood by like a rock and volunteered 20-hr shifts during Lucas' 4-day stay.

All-in-all, Lucas got used to the treatments and took it all in like a real trooper as the days went on.

Sometimes frustration did set in (both for Lucas and our family) but I'm glad the whole event is over and I pray that my dear son will never have to go through another session like that. Not as a child, and not as an adult, ever in the future.