As I sit playing Spider Solitaire, I'm listening to my love reading Winnie the Pooh to Grant. It's so cute to see them sitting there together. Grant listening so closely to his daddy and Boomer reading in his best Eeyore voice. It makes me smile.
Grant has been on breathing treatments for a couple of weeks now, but had to start Prednisone Friday night after trick-or-treating fun. Poor thing. He said he didn't have any fun today at school because he couldn't participate in P.E. or recess. I had to write a note saying no physical activity until further notice because it just stirs up his coughing. It was so hard this weekend. Listening to him cough and cough and cough each night before he settled down and the medicine kicked in. We were up at 2am Saturday night/Sunday morning giving him back-to-back nebs. I kept telling him not to talk ... to save his air and it took me back to the hospital with Bill. It made me sad to think about Bill on his oxygen and a couple of the same meds as Grant. I always worry when Grant gets like this, but it was even harder after watching Bill.
Lord, please heal his lungs.