So, 26 January 2008 Asher started to develop a really bad cough. We didn't think too much of it as he'd had a head cold for the p;ast few days and we just thought it was part of the natural progression of things. Then the wheezing started. Later that evening we started to worry about the possibility of Asher having RSV, but didn't give it much creedence. On Sunday things got worse. I was out visiting a family I home teach when our neighbor who is a family doctor dropped in to check on the little guy and told Tracy he was taking Asher to his house to give him breathing treatments immediately.
Tracy called me and told me I needed to pick up a nebulizer and a prescription of Albuterol immediately. I dropped everything and broke every possible traffic law I could to get the medicine as quickly as I thought necessary. When I got to the doctor's house Asher was much worse. He was clearly in respiratory distress and although staying remarkably calm and good natured I could tell he was in a bad way.
The craziest part about the whole thing, you know besides the fact that my son was in danger and clearly sick, was that I had a national meeting in Dallas starting the next day which would run through the majority of the week. I phoned my boss and told him it didn't look like I would make it to the meeting.
After a few more breathing treatments I took Asher home and followed the doctors instructions which included liberal application of breathing treatments and not a whole lot of sleep. Between Tracy and myself we gave Asher treatments every couple of hours through the night until his breathing finally eased at about four o'clock Monday morning. At about seven AM I awoke, and determined Asher had largely recovered. I threw my bags in the car and went to the airport.
Tracy has been such a trooper. She continued with the breathing treatments as needed by Asher while I was gone, and took care of the girls with very little sleep through the whole week. What a great woman she is.
As you can see from his picture, Asher is about the cutest little thing I've ever seen. He has such a wonderful charisma already and we feel he more than adequately makes up for the terrible babies Addison and London were when they were his age. (I'm only partially kidding there, I seriously would've taken Addi back if I could've found the receipt within the thirty day return policy.)