I WAS writing a post about how painful it is to listen to my son cough and hack up his lungs at night due to allergies.
Shane had a coughing fit and I heard him *hurk!* something down wrong, so I stopped writing and went upstairs.
I was just in the nick of time.
A few minutes later, Shane was done puking his guts and mucus out and we were taking a hot bath/shower. The steam helps clear Shane out. I've been trying to train him to blow his nose and/or spit out any snot he coughs up. Shane seems to think it's an archaic form of infant torture half the time. Thankfully, the snot rockets he produces the other half relieve the coughing and mouth-breathing for a time.
Shane's back in bed and I'm back downstairs. His clothes are in the sink soaking, and my busted (and now puked on) shirt is in the trash. I'll go up to bed after I'm sure Shane's down again. I don't want any noise on the monitor to wake up Carrie. The heart-wrenching I feel listening to Shane feeling unwell seems to be doubled in her!
Earlier, I was curious and I started looking back through old posts to see if I complained about Shane's allergies before. There was one time he woke up puking last May I mentioned them, but there wasn't anything else that stood out. I think Shane's allergies were something of a common knowledge, so I didn't see the point in complaining about it too often. ( Besides, there were the constant ear infections, lack of speaking, and a number of other things to worry a parent! I'm glad that those first two issues were solved!)
I'm not hearing anything else over the monitor, so it's time for me to turn in. I pray that Shane will stay down and get some rest 'till the morn!
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