I almost hate to say it, lest I jinx it, but my children's amazing relationship continues. Even when Eli's grumpy and defiant to Scott and I, he's still loving, affectionate and protective of his little sister. Like any transition, Eli starting school, has been a little rocky. And, like any transition, his behavior has suffered. I'm sure his medical drama hasn't helped the situation.
First, he missed his third day of school because of his asthma. I took him to the doctor because he had been wheezing, coughing and not sleeping well, two nights in a row. He had a virus that complicated his asthma, which we were disappointed to find out he hadn't outgrown, as we'd previously thought. All told, on that Thursday, I gave him eight puffs of Albuterol and he had a breathing treatment. When his breathing didn't improve by the evening we decided to take him to Chidren's Hospital in Atlanta. Fortunately, they didn't have to admit him. They gave him another breathing treatment. The higher dose and added decongestant seemed to do the trick. But, the emergency room doctor was worried that it had taken him that much Albuterol to turn the corner. So, along with his steroid inhaler and rescue inhaler that the pediatrician had prescribed, the E.R. doctor prescribed oral steroids, too. I was glad he did, it took Eli about four days before I really heard his lungs clear. But, oral steroids are famous for being mood altering. For those five days, Eli seemed to enter an extremely early adolescence. He was wired and crazy one minute and weepy and sad the next. Crazy! I'm sure the two puffs of albuterol every four hours only increased his wild mood.
Then, to add insult to injury, on the evening of his fifth day of school, we found out that Eli is definitely allergic to pecans. He's now had a reaction to almonds and cherries (which are in the same family) and pecans. On that Thursday evening, we went to a little classic Southern restaurant for Scott's school's Spirit Night. Spirit Nights is when a restaurant agrees to give a part of their proceeds to the school for the evening. They are usually quite popular. While we can't afford eating out much, we do try to attend a few Spirit Nights a year, usually at the beginning of the year. Scott felt especially obligated to go to The Fork in the Road's Spirit Night as one of his student's parents' own the restaurant. We had a delicious meal, then for dessert, Scott and Eli decided to share a slice of Coca Cola cake for dessert. Coca Cola Cake is a Southern classic where they use Coke to make a chocolate cake even more sweet and rich. Unfortunately, the frosting was filled with pecans. Within minutes of eating the dessert and possibly ingesting two whole pecans at most (he tried to pick out most of them.) Eli looked pale as a ghost and said he didn't feel well, like he was going to throw up. Again, unfortunately, the restaurant ran out of credit card paper and we had to wait around with a sick kid for another fifteen minutes. The delay meant that Eli threw up in the car on the way home. Poor kid, poor carseat, poor car. He threw up again at home, then fell asleep, woke up crying an hour later and was covered in a rash. The rash sealed it -- it was definitely an allergic reaction.
All told, his steroids, inhalers and throwing up have complicated his start of school. Finally, now, I feel like he's settling into it. But, those first two weeks were hairy at best. But, as I said, no matter how wild or naughty Eli is one thing remains the same -- he's always wonderful and cuddly with his sister. His name is the first thing she says when she wakes up and she likes nothing more than to crawl all over him. The other night, in fact, it was when we were at the Fork in the Road's Spirit Night, Eli told me that he loves Keira a little more than me, because she can lay on him.
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