He was most certainly not himself Monday, and rightfully so, with a fever (controlled by Motrin) and a very violent sounding cough all he wanted to do was sleep. The next day, on his birthday, he woke relatively ok and came downstairs to his huge Thomas the Train balloon, of which he adored. We played and had a relatively uneventful morning just trying to keep him from overdoing it. After lunch we celebrated with a Thomas the Train cake, which naturally he was super excited about, but as you can probably see from the pictures he just had "sick eyes" and wasn't really himself, poor guy. Nonetheless he blew out his candles with a smile on his face and happily ate artificially dyed blue frosting, as did we all :) We planned on opening his presents after he and Sophie woke from their naps, however that is not how the afternoon played out. I was in the nursery nursing Maisie and Neal was in keeping me company when we heard Jonah barking/coughing over the monitor, something inside told Neal he needed to go check on him and good thing he did, because he walked in to find Jonah sitting up in his bed gasping for air, unable to get any. Neal said Jonah had a look of pure terror on his face as he looked to Neal for help. His chest was going in and out, unnaturally so, but no air was getting to his lungs. Neal took action and got Jonah into the bathroom with the shower on full blast hot to get some steam to help open up his airway, which come to find out afterwards cold air, i.e. the freezer is best, but the steam did the trick this time, enough so that Jonah could get some air. From there we got Jonah to the doctor ASAP where he had a breathing treatment and a daily dose of steroids for the next 4 days. A scary little start to our week, but it ended well and our little guy is slowly getting back to himself. We did make sure that he got to open his presents the very next morning. He was still a little pitiful, but he enjoyed his presents.
poor little guy!! how scary. glad he's ok!
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