Abe has pneumonia. Although, if you asked him, he would just tell you that the only change in his life is that his dance time has been cut dramatically and he has to take this yucky medicine that is “NOT tasty” (in his words). He is a pretty amazing “sick kid,” which is why he almost didn’t even make it to the doctor. Thank God I am a psychotic hypochondriac and felt the need for the doctor to give him a once over.
I can’t tell you the horror that went through my heart when Jake gave me the doctor’s report. Although, I think that pneumonia is just a nasty, scary word that doesn’t necessarily always mean awful, horrible things. Abe didn’t have to go to the hospital, and he was breathing just fine – except when he wants to dance for 20 minutes straight – which of course I am sure is very common for all kids with pneumonia (or adults for that matter). So, Abe was prescribed some strong antibiotics and within 24 hours was showing remarkable improvements. Kids are really resilient, and my sweet Abe is a pretty happy little dude. Not much gets him down.
His parents, on the other hand, still need some time to gather composure and stop freaking out about his diagnosis. If I could I would hold him all day, while stroking his head. Giving him fruit snacks and popsicles every 10 minutes. Of course, he would never sit that still, although I think he would take me up on the offer of fruits snacks and popsicles.
Grandma Jillsy is watching him this week which is most certainly a luxury we are very lucky to have. She keeps saying that Abe is being very patient and “putting up with her” and her lack of knowledge of where things are and how to work our multiple remotes and cable system. She even swears that Abe rolled his eyes at her, which I am very impressed with, if that is the case. She also reported that this morning after he ate breakfast he said, “YUM-O” and “whatever!” Two classic Jillsy-isms.
Anywho, I can’t wait for Karma to come back around and reward us for this awful week. I mean, we should totally be winning the lottery soon.
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You can't win the Lottery if you don't buy a ticket.
it was the cutest thing to see him hacking up a lung - and totally annoyed that he had to stop dancing...
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