American Peeping Bad Ass

In case anyone cared to notice...I was not blogging yesterday. my Peepers is very sick now with a viral infection. Between the reflux and the infection...he has bronchitis. he has been fevered and stuffy and runny and hacking and squealing in dismay everytime his little body contorts with the force of his cough. we have eye drops, nasal spray, antibiotics, cough medicine, motrin, and the breathing treatments. we suck his nose, drop his eyes, squirt things in his mouth and cover his face with a nebulizer mask every hour or two it seems. everything is set up in varying timetables. some meds are every 4 hours, or 6 hours, or 12 hours, or 4 times a day or as needed or no more than twice a day....we had to write all this down just to keep track of it. and Peepers? oh he's smiling through it all. watery eyes...feverish...stuffy nose. he suffers through it with an amazing charm. yesterday at the doctors office, they pricked his little finger and squeezed blood into a small tube...and he sat on my lap...calm. interested only in the ceiling fan above his head. no crying. no writhing. no protest. his only request? that he be allowed to jam his bandaged finger into his mouth at his leisure afterwards. his only real complaint, thus far, has been over the intrusive suctioning of his wee nostrils. meanwhile...Roy is sick too. I'm exhausted. and Cris...well Cris is being a wonderful, self-sufficient 8 year old. thank you Lord! yesterday I stayed home with the Peeps after his Doctor appointment and did some things around the house while he recuperated in a med-induced slumber. I even had dinner made when Roy came home from work. yum. rice...tortillas...and stewed, shredded chicken in a seasoned broth with peppers and onions. those were some darn good tacos. even Cristian, who declines most anything that isnt fried in Chicken McNugget batter, ate one and a half tacos. and he said they were the best tacos ever! and my Peepers slept. we will take him back on Saturday morning but if there is no improvement, we may need to admit him to the hospital. we are doing all we can and I hope it is enough. Keep little Peepers in your prayers please. he is still so little to be so sick even if he is a bad ass who doesnt cry when they prick his tiny finger.