i walked into the doctor’s office with a boy who had a 103 temp, wouldn’t talk (!), and had a constant cough that could be heard a mile away.
an injection, breathing treatment, fever reducer, and lollipop later, i walked out of the doctor’s office with a boy who was showing more signs of life. on the way home he even said, “going to the doctor, and that mask-thing, and that shot was a splendid idea, mom.” yes, it was.
and there is a little part of me that wonders whether he finds ways to get pneumonia so we can go and get the obligatory post-doctor cocoa.