Layla is in the midst of another asthma attack which started just as she was getting over her croup. The new doctor went so far as to give her chest another x-ray. That was fun — poor kid was brave up until the point that they actually asked her to stand still for the picture. After seeing the results, the doctor increased her medication – now it’s 5 separate medicine packets, and a (bigger) sticker on her back.
At least I know if she tries drugs when she’s older, she’ll probably be immune to their effects.
Saturday was a day of hospital visits (unfortunately no doctors give out lollipops here). In the morning, we took Layla for another checkup – she’d been to the doctor a couple times during the week because of a seal-bark-like cough that turned out to be croup. Saturday was a scheduled check to see how it was progressing… not well. Not only does she still have croup, but apparently is in the middle of an asthma attack too. She needed the nose vacuum and her cries were heard throughout the entire hospital floor. After the vacuum, she had to suck on medicine (in vapour form) for ten minutes, which isn’t anything except for the fact they attached a monitor to her thumb that reminded her of when she was checked into the hospital… then the tears flowed again.
After Layla’s ordeal at the hospital, we headed to Hon Atsugi for lunch. Tamie had a dentist appointment at 2, so we had enough time for lunch beforehand. I took Layla home while Tamie visited her dentist… after the dental, Tamie had a doctor’s appointment of her own, so we played some more before Layla took a nap. Tamie came back just in time for dinner. Lots of doctors on that day…
Today we decided to hit up the park instead. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and the kid was eager to slide so slide she did. Twice. There were too many kids about and Layla wasn’t about to have to wait in line to have fun so we bailed on the playground. We looked around the park a bit, stopped for a snack, and played frisbee and toss the child for a while before Layla asked for her expected frappuccino.
For two days we’d been hearing “I want a matcha fraponiconni (and various other Layla pronunciations)”. Today, she finally got it and she enjoyed it. I think Starbucks should hire the kid and put her in a commercial here – she’d be a hit. And I hope we’d save a fair bit of money if we were employees.
At dinner tonight, we had some strawberries for dessert that Layla was eager to have. As usual, we told her to finish most of her food before she could have dessert and she begrudgingly was convinced to sit and eat her food. When she finally finished, she looked at my rice bowl and told me I needed to finish the pieces of rice I didn’t eat before I could have my dessert. I don’t usually make the effort to get every single grain of rice as my skill with chopsticks isn’t that great and neither are my patience for such things. Also, eating rice follows the rule of diminishing returns. Layla didn’t care about that though – she went so far as to pick up my bowl and use her own spoon to feed me – telling me to open my mouth for the “rice train”. Real cute.
As usual, you can check out the gallery for pictures of the weekend:
Today was the final day of Layla’s imprisonment in the Japanese hospital. I was worried she’d end up catching some virus from one of the many sick kids in the hospital, but luckily that was not to be… so, come tomorrow morning we will be picking her up and releasing her from the strict rules and harsh regulations of the last two weeks. I will work from home as much as I can tomorrow so that Tamie can go to the office, as I don’t think sending her to daycare straight from the hospital is the best thing. Tuesday and Wednesday she’ll spend at her grandparents house.
So what does this all mean for Layla? Three days of unbridled spoiledness. Tamie’s even told me she’s buying Layla chocolate… and I’ll give her whatever she wants for supper…
… I just hope she doesn’t come to learn that the way to get what she wants is to stay in the hospital for two weeks.
Layla is pretty well ready to leave the hospital – that’s my unprofessional opinion. Today she was excited, rambunctious, playful, laughing – everything you’d expect a happy, healthy two year old to be. In any other setting, it’d be normal. In the hospital, not so much. I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas — just 2 more sleeps, 1 more day. But who’s counting?
