Here we go again...

Saturday started off like this...

 

But I didn't think it was much more than his regular 

issues, so we continued on with our birthday party plans.

Sadly enough we didn't get out of the driveway before we

had a fender bender with Russ's truck...and when I say fender

 bender I mean that the van crushed like aluminum foil while

 Russ's truck didn't budge. And to add to my distress all the way

to Oxford Luke reminded me "Mommy, ewe hit Unc Uss's tuck..."

 

We finally made it to the skating rink and I decided

to finally give in to Luke's begging and let him skate. 

 

 

 

 

I fully expected to end our day at the

 ER, but he actually did really well!

 

Saturday night didn't prove restful. I spent the night in the recliner

 holding Luke up so he could breathe, so he spent Sunday at home.

 

{A completely unrelated side note: My mother, the hoarder, 

 recently came across this pair of blue jeans that were mine.}

 

On Sunday night Luke slept like a rock, so we went on with

our regular routines on Monday. At 6PM Monday night Luke

 was running a low-grade temperature and looked like this...

 

On Tuesday morning we reluctantly headed to Dr. Ray's office (I'm 

 one of those who swears we always come home with something 

 worse than what we went in with). After listening to his chest and 

 looking at his ears he said my little guy was much sicker than he 

 looked. The diagnosis: double ear infection and pneumonia:/

 

  2 x-rays, 1 finger prick, 1 breathing treatment, and a shot later...

 I stayed home again yesterday, but got very little done with this

 clingy guy. We did manage to get an oil change while we were out 

 picking E up from school, and this little gem made him smile:).

I had to go back to work today because the number of beach houses

  I own is about equivalent to the number of sick days I have left:/. 

Justin had to pull "Daddy Duty" and take Luke back to the doctor 

 for his recheck. The pneumonia is breaking up, but we are still on 

 breathing treatments every 4 hours around the clock. His ears 

didn't look great, but the antibiotic should work that out.

Thankfully tomorrow is Friday, and we will definitely be

staying in and laying low this weekend. Because, y'all, I'm

pushing 30, and this getting up every 4 hours is killing me.

Maybe we should call it quits in the baby department;).