Well, 2015 certainly ended on a rocky note. I am still struggling with the cough I contracted, Don is not feeling well, and Caleb had caught the cold as well. Unfortunately, his cough got so bad that Kenneth and Melinda had to take him to the hospital. For most babies with croup, one breathing treatment does the trick. Sometimes it takes two treatments; rarely it takes three . . . and then there are those kiddos like Caleb who actually have to stay in the hospital overnight.
Apparently he is not wild about the Darth Vader mask that he had to wear during the breathing treatment, but he did like the taste of the steroid medicine. By New Year's Day, he was released to go home. He still is breathing loudly - his Darth Vader voice - but he is so glad to be able to crawl around the house.
In the meantime, Di has found out she needs more surgery related to her issue last January. That was not good news, but it will be manageable.
Then, while we were binging on Longmire, Don tipped a glass of water onto his computer. I surely am glad I didn't do it, but I surely jumped into action when it happened. I guess the computer is all right, since I am typing on it. Thank goodness . . . it has all of our pictures on it!
We trust that the year will turn around rather quickly. It already has since Caleb is home. Happy New Year.
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