Cute Little Boys Don't Belong in Hospitals!

Two nights ago Rowen when to bed as happy as a clam, with just a tiny little cough. As the night went on I could tell it was turning into asthma, so I gave him his inhaler and put him back to bed. At 6:00am I heard a WEIRD noise coming from his room, that kind of sounded like coughing, but when I went into his room he was sitting up in his bed GASPING for air! Pretty much the scariest Mom moment I have ever had! I ran/fell down the stairs to grab his nebulizer medication (I am SO thankful that we had on hand!) and luckily the treatment worked, for about 1 1/2 hours, (it is supposed to last 6 hours!) So off to Rowen's asthma doctor we went, first thing in the morning. He gave us a few more treatments and then sent us to the instacare. The instacare took one look at him and sent us to Primary Children's and that is where we spent our last 24 hours! (I was glad we didn't have to go by ambulance this time!)

Sweet little boys just don't deserve to be in the hospital! It is the saddest thing to see his little tiny body in a big huge hospital bed! And let me add, that the pregnancy hormones made this even more traumatic than it would have been, I almost cried as much as he did!

Rowen is such a trooper, he holds the masks himself during his treatments (he calls them Puffs) and he sure charms all the nurses and doctors (who are sadly getting to know him!)

Proving that he is much more resilient than his mother!

(This is his "Say Cheese" face, it cracks me up.) Rowen got home this afternoon and is doing much better, he just has to keep using his inhaler and be on steroids for the next 5 days. I really REALLY hope he grows out of this sometime soon!

My Big Kindergartner!

I CAN'T believe my little big girl is off to Kindergarten! For about a week before school started, I would tear up at random moments, just thinking about how fast time flies by. I mean, I remember being in Kindergarten myself, and it just doesn't seem like that long ago! (I'm sure being pregnant doesn't help with my emotional state as well!) I was also terrified of putting my 5 year old on a school bus and just assuming that she made it to school, and not really knowing that she was safe until 3 1/2 hours later when she would supposedly return on the correct school bus! Doesn't that freak anyone else out?!! Well, it didn't phase Makaylee! She was so excited to go to school, she was just beaming!

She looked way too old, way too big, and way too independent!

Walking to the bus stop. . .Little girl, BIG backpack!

She was as cool as a cucumber while we waited for the bus with her cute friends!

Here the sad part of the story begins. The school had given all of us the wrong bus schedule, so we all missed the school bus! When we realized how late it was we all grabbed our kiddos and drove off to the school as fast as we could. When we pulled up the bell was ringing! I had planned on following the school bus and taking some cute pictures of her at school, but there was no time! I rushed her to the outside of the kindergarten room, and knocked on the door (hoping her teacher wouldn't make us go in through the office.) She opened the door and swept Makaylee inside as I was saying "We got the wrong bus schedule, I need to talk to the office, can I go in through your room?"

"No" She said "You may go around." And literally shut the door in my face! I wasn't even able to give Makaylee a hug, a kiss, a good luck, NOTHING! I stood at the door, watching my baby girl walking to her seat, and and just kind of stuttered to myself for a moment.

I am extremely lucky in the fact that my sweet mother is a reading teacher at Makaylee's school! She gave me a good shoulder to cry on and also promised me that she would make sure Makaylee got home on the right bus. That eased my anxiety tremendously!

She's was still beaming when she got home from school! What a sweetheart! I was so happy to see her! (And it has just gotten better and easier from here!)