Mason has been battling his second ear infection and a cough for a few days now. We just got out of quarantine and the colds just keep piling on!! He started wheezing the other night so the next morning we took him to see Dr. D. He ended up getting a breathing treatment. For those of you that have never experienced one of these joyful experiences, let me paint you a picture.
The nurse comes in with this little black box and a mask that looked like a dinosaur mouth. I was showing the mask to Mason, trying to get him to think it was cool and that he could possibly want to wear it (ha ha), while the nurse was setting up the machine.
Then she says, 'Hey Mason, you want to try the dinosaur on?' -- at this point I am thinking, 'nope, you really don't know my kid...'
She starts the loud machine and some steamy stuff starts coming out of the dinosaur, aka mask. Then she looks at me and says, 'Put the mask over his face.' If only it were this easy!
He starts to squirm and is doing anything to get away from it. The nurse turns the machine off to apparently give me a pep talk. She tells me that I need to use my leg to strap down his legs and one arm to hold his arms.
She turns the machine on again and this time helps me position him, so he is strapped down. I have him sandwiched between my legs, one arm strapped over his arms, my chin is trying desperately to hold his head in place, and my other hand is holding the lovely dinosaur mask over his face. He is screaming, coughing, and don't forget wheezing through it all. There is snot and a few tears flying.
The nurse then says, 'Looks like you've got it. I'll be back in a few.'
WHAT?? Okay, I'm a rookie here. How long will we be doing this? Is this even really effective. Will he be scarred for life because his mother strapped him down and gassed him? But, I was too focused to ask any of that.
Fast forward about 10 minutes and the nurse reappears. Both Mason and I are exhausted and covered in snot and tears. Then dr. d comes in and my first comment/question is 'Please don't send me home with one of those.' He laughs and says, 'Fun, was it?' You have no idea...
So, basically he has a cold that caused his airways to be inflamed (restricted??). The breathing treatment helped calm the airways. We were sent home with an antibiotic (for the ear) and a liquid form of the breathing treatment. He said if he continues wheezing over the next several days, we might get one of those 'oh so fun' torture machines.
We got home and Mason was beyond exhausted. While I fixed dinner, he fell asleep on the floor in our bedroom.
The sweetest part of my day: Hagen laying beside his sick, sleeping brother! We couldn't find Hagen and sure enough he found his brother and was comforting him. I couldn't get the video camera - but we saw him patting his brother and laying beside him. Ahhh. So sweet!!!
I did find my camera and got these pictures.

This is my fault. I asked him to lay beside his brother and he tackled him. So much for re-enacting.
