As I mentioned a few days ago, the boys have been fighting colds for what seems like forever. Last night, Asher's took a turn for the worst and it has now moved into his lungs. So far, he is managing to cough it all out, but we are watching closely for laboured breathing.
I am stressed. We were really hoping it would stay in the sinuses and not go to the dreaded compromised lungs. Suffice it to say, the little guy is a mess and last night coughed himself to projectile vomit. He isn't eating or sleeping well and when he is awake he is pretty much crying and whining all the time.
The unfortunate part of this sickness is that for months we have had a trip planned to Pender Island to visit friends. We are leary to go if it doesn't clear up in his chest, because breathing difficulties could come on quickly and then we would need to be airlifted off the island - not ideal. All five of us (ok all three of us) have been looking incredibly forward to this trip, as are our friends and their parents who we are going to stay with. If we need to cancel the weekend, we will all be thoroughly sad and disappointed. We are really in need of this relaxing family time (as we consider them family too!).
So please, please send Asher (and Nolan, because maybe he's in for the coughing as well) your get well soon vibes. For the obvious reason that a progressing cough means nothing but bad things to these two, but also for the not so obvious reason that we desperately want our plans to remain in tact...fingers crossed we're all well (or well enough) to take off on Friday.