Coredump

Our son, Julian, just got out of the hospital, after being confined (again) for what appeared at first as severe cough and fever. He was diagnosed with pneumonitis on both lungs. His doctor also said he has also acquired asthma.

We spent a total of six days in the hospital. I can tell you that despite the creature comforts that the hospital provides, there’s still no substitute to lying down in your own bed or playing in the yard with the kids. We all missed being home.

Now that we’re back home, hopefully, Julian and his kuya, Gabriel, will settle in to their routine. For Julian, it would be waking up early (at around five AM), play a bit in his crib before getting his mom or yaya’s attention for his first meal of the day. The only deviation now is that he has to take a puff from a measured dose inhaler twice a day, along with a battery of antibiotics and other meds. It’s difficult, specially for him, but the prognosis is good: if all goes well, he’ll be off the fluticasone/salmeterol cocktail after two months. We’re planning for the long term as well: get him into sports (swimming, for one) when he’s old enough; and other activities that would strengthen his lungs.

Still, life goes on for all of us. Hopefully, it will be better tomorrow, and onwards.