Has anyone had to put their infant through the picture above? It’s awesome.
With the end of the phlegm nowhere in sight, we took Ford to the doc. There, he was introduced to the nebulizer, which must have made all of the parents in the waiting room feel great about their decision to bring their baby in that evening. He screamed bloody murder. Twice. The doc insisted that we try to “knock it out of him” by hooking him up to the machine two times in the span of 30 minutes. Although it helped, the collateral damage of freaking everyone out was probably not worth it. We could have easily tortured him in the comfort of our own home.
In other, somewhat better news, they gave us our very own nebulizer designed like a fire truck to take home with us. Good, because that should definitely distract him from the giant plastic tube and face mask connected to the truck! I’m nearly certain we’re traumatizing him by making the mode of transportation for one of our nation’s great rescue branches stand as a symbol of horror and smoke-driven meds. It can’t be that unlike what passengers of a plane with dispatched overhead masks must go through with future air travel.
Happy new year, everybody. Ford would wish you the same, but he is currently making sure our fire detectors have new batteries in them.
