sick, again.

The pattern this school year has been 3 weeks illness free, then bam, Adam gets something. I mean it's inevitable.

So, Adam was sick last week. He went to school on Monday and we got a call that at school he was coughing and they were going to give him his inhaler. By Monday evening, he was coughing almost constantly, with a fever, and a slight rash.

 I, of course, panic-I look up his symptoms on webmd and pretty much am convinced he has scarlet fever. Phil, thank goodness, is the calmer half of this team and we call the pediatrician, give him some meds and wait.

In the morning, the pediatrician sees him right away, takes a strep test, checks him out and concludes it's viral. We are now to increase his inhaler, but he gets worse as the day and night goes on.

We call his pediatric pulmonologist, who sees him right away. Adam is having bronchial spasms and needs more inhalers, allergy meds, and prednisolone. When we go to his pulmonologist's office, the doctor heard Adam outside in the waiting room and called to him.  Adam ran to him, gave him hugs. The doctor laughed and held Adam and they instantly were both laughing and smiling. This is an amazing doctor, who has been seeing Adam since he was in the NICU. It's great to have a doctor who Adam loves, advocates for him and who remembers all that we've been through and has been along for this crazy ride.

We keep him home for the next two days and a very low profile weekend.

Today, we got an emergency call from school-again. Adam has a rash and must be picked up immediately. We call the pediatrician, and swing by his office after picking up Adam from school. He's got contact dermatitis. Some benedryl and aveeno are needed.

At the pediatrician's office, the doctor feeds our ego, telling us how great Adam is, how wonderful we are as parents and how far Adam has come- saying that it is because of us, that Adam is doing so well.

I love doctors who make us feel better, respond lovingly to Adam, call us back and squeeze us in.