Tough Cookie!

Poor little Carson seems he's going to be the "sick kid" until we can get these allergies, or whatever it is, figured out.  His nose has run like a faucet for as long as I can remember.  It's always clear, but it's constantly running.  We've tried different allergy meds, but nothing seems to do much.  The ENT had us try removing milk and eggs from his diet to see if that could be it.  We didn't notice a difference.  He's also been a serious drooler... way more than normal in my opinion.  It seems a little better, but I think the drooling is mostly because he breathes through his mouth... because he's got so much crud up his nose.

Anyways, Carson developed his horrible, croupy cough the last couple weeks, so we finally took him to the pediatrician since it didn't seem to be improving.  We had a major meltdown in the waiting room.  He's definitely at that toddler stage where he's going to through a tantrum when you either won't let him do what he wants, or when you make him stop doing something he's enjoying.  That was the case here.  The BIG Legos were just so much fun that he didn't want to stop playing when they called his name.  This was definitely one of his best tantrums yet.  It continued all the way through the door, to the back nurses station, and then to the room.  He would not allow them to weigh him, and only finally calmed down when I bribed him with the iPad (thank you, Jesus, for the iPad!).  The next tantrum was when the doc wanted to look at his throat.  That was fun.  I pretty much had to lay on top of him to hold him down.  Anyways....

The doc said he had bronchitis, but was also wheezing.  The plan of action was this:

Breathing treatments every 4 hours for a couple days and then as needed thereafter.
Another round of Prednisolne (steroids)
Antibiotics for the bronchitis
A different allergy med, Singular (since Zyrtec didn't seem to do much)

He was a little charmer at the pharmacy and flirting with all the ladies, but was OUT on the way home.

Such a pro....

Snuggle time afterwards...

The first breathing treatment was a NIGHTMARE.  He fought it so hard and it was so sad to watch.  What's so funny now is that he acts like he actually likes it.  He doesn't fight it at all now and it really seems to calm him down.  Thank you, Jesus!  He gets in his Thomas or Mickey Mouse watching zone, and all is good!

He seems to be doing better after doing all this over the weekend.  He's still coughing, but not nearly as often or as bad.  It sounds like it's trying to break up.  The ENT seemed to think that having his adenoids & tonsils out might be the next step, but I think we may get a second opinion first.  I don't feel like we've tried enough to figure out the source of the problem.  Poor buddy!  I hope we can get this figured out soon...