For parents who each suffered with chronic asthma as children this is scary. It could be the start of many hospital trips, saying no to a variety of sports, interrupted nights with scary looking machines, and a lifelong of 'have you remembered your puffer'. Everything we had that we don't want for him.
Asthma is like diabetes or a mental illness. It's often not taken serious enough. Asthma, like diabetes and mental illnesses, can, has and will kill people. Yet it's often seen as what nerds have, like braces and glasses. Coming from someone who has had all three I can safely say that braces and glasses are a hell of a lot easier to live with than asthma, even mild asthma.
Lufflump isn't just predisposed to asthma either. The mister and I have allergies too. When I'm pregnant mine really flares up to the point I can't open my eyes from hay fever. So our poor children are predisposed to two respiratory diseases.
Now that lufflump has bronchiolitis he's 20% more likely to have asthma. There is no doubt in my mind he won't be spared and will at some point have to carry around preventatives and interventions like the mister and I both had to. That scares me. Asthma attacks are damn scary.
We have to start watching him now, if he coughs daily or wheezes it means a diagnosis is most likely right around the corner. A diagnosis means we have to be more organised as a family, puffers and preventatives at home, in each of our bags and in the car. All within easy reach just in case.
Fuck, just in case sounds horrible.
Just. In. Case.
Yet we are lucky. There are very sick children all around the world. We have just in case but they don't. For that I am sad yet grateful. Children shouldn't get sick.
This is just dribble. Typed because I can't think of anything else at the moment. Typed without editing. Typed as the thoughts enter my head and leave through my fingers. Thoughts I wish I didn't have.