11

11 is the (insanely large) number of doctor's appointments that we have had since last Tuesday.

Seriously.

SERIOUSLY.

Way too many.

1 for Mike for a run of the mill physical.
1 for me to get some antibiotics for a sinus infection.
2 for Ella for a cold that just was hanging on too long.
And the rest?
For my 6 month old (today...Happy Half Birthday, Alice!) sweet baby. Visit after visit to the pediatrician, ER, and finally the pediatric pulmonologist to deal with the just diagnosed Reactive Airway Disease (huh?)...all in addition to the croup, the double ear infection and the RSV-like virus she already had.

She just was not getting any better from that virus that she had last week. Poor kid just kept coughing and wheezing, and coughing and wheezing and repeat. Scared us silly. We are finally, finally feeling better about how she's doing. She's still sleeping with us and has to stay on her breathing treatments for the rest of the winter. And is now at an increased risk of having asthma...but today is the first day in a week that I am pretty sure that we are not going to be making any ER runs for Alice.

I feel like I can finally breathe easier now, too.

At one of her many appointments this week.