A sigh of relief

Today I took Grant to the doctor after dealing with this awful cough and wheezing since Sunday.  He was diagnosed with bronchitis again...or still.  I didn't admit to the doctor that I'd found it impossible to give him the medicine a month ago and just decided, after looking online, that I didn't really need to give it to him anyway.

Just call me non-compliant Dr. Mom.

Anyway, I again brought up the thought that Grant may have asthma and might need a daily medicine so we (hopefully) would not have to deal with the breathing treatments quite so often.  I sort of expected more of the same, ("Oh, I think he is fine.  We'll just wait and see. Yada yada yada...") but our pediatrician actually agreed that maybe it was time to start a daily inhaler.

*Phew!*  I am breathing sighs of relief.

It's not that I wanted a child with asthma.  I'm sure life is easier without it.  However, I want what Grant needs.  If he needs a daily medication so that he can run and play and do the parachute at Awana without collapsing into coughs that elicit stares of concern, I'm all about it.  I've traveled this road personally, and I think we'll be okay.  I am glad, after three years, we may finally have something that makes life better for my little boy!