More of that...please

The sickness continues...Huston is on the mend, but Avery was getting worse. It was troubling, if they have the same crud why is the medicine working well for Huston but not for Avery? Yesterday was the worst of Avery's days. He looked and felt awful. Just toddled around in a fog all day and at night was totally restless...fever, terrible cough, red and watery face, absolutely no appetite for anything...overall yuck. I finally decided to take him to the ER at the hospital about 11:00pm Thursday night. Neither one of us was getting any sleep, he was obviously not feeling good at all, medicines weren't working, and I was worried that if it was pneumonia that it could get pretty bad quickly, plus I was worried dehydration would set in with the additional symptom of diarrhea caused by the antibiotic he was taking.


So after almost 3 hours we were sent home with a new diagnosis of RSV and moderate dehydration. So we are increasing those breathing treatments, and forcing those liquids (he soaked a diaper very quickly this morning, so he's doing good). Avery did not enjoy his ER experience - too much poking around and testing, but I am glad we went, at least now I know why the medication wasn't working for him and we can get on with getting well.



Isaiah has been a trooper through all of this, pretty much has been homebound with the yucky brothers for the week. We were not able to do some things that he was really looking forward to which bummed him out, but in the end he could see the reason we had to lay low. He has become very interested in art lately. I signed him up for an art class, but we had to miss the first session because of the germs. I tried to make it up to him by taking him out one evening and purchasing his art supplies for class. Here they are...
And since he couldn't go to class I also got him a book on how to draw dinosaurs that was at the store. He sat down with it the next day, I helped him look at the steps and really take note of where the lines started and how they were shaped, but Isaiah did 95% of the drawing himself. I only helped him with the legs, they were kind of getting tangled up down there, and then I went over his lines with the pencil in an attempt to make the drawing dark enough for a photo...So here is his finished product...(I know I'm biased, but I think it is really pretty good!)

He was pretty proud and it kind of softened the disappointment of not going to the art class. I am anxious for him to start the class, not only as a way to continue learning art techniques, but also to see what the art teacher notices about Isaiah's color-blindness...because ever since that eye drs appointment, I have not seen any real strong evidence of a problem. He gets blues and purples mixed up, but not every time and I am wondering if he has just adapted to the problem, or did that dr just not know what he was talking about? hmmm....who knows?