One crazy, emotional lady...

Who is the crazy emotional lady, you ask? Well, it's was me. Brayden has been struggling with colds and breathing problems in the last few months so we took him to the doctor, again! After going through all the scenarios the doctor came to the conclusion that he has asthma. I was so upset. First, because this poor child has been sick practically his entire life and all we do is take him to all these doctors and then I'm told he will be on prevenative medicine pretty much indefinitly. Second, because through all of this, he has been teething, so in two months I averaged about five hours of sleep at night (not together I might add) and the night before the appointment I maybe had three. Third, because we have been under some stress lately and this just totally added to our burdens. Fourth, because our insurance doesn't cover his medicine because it is prevenative. Okay, so my crazy emotional story picks up at the store picking up his nebulizer. I walk in and everyone is busy...helping no one that is in there...and I stand in line...oh wait...by myself for assistance. Finally someone is "free" and we sit down at the desk and my eyes are all watery because I'm done. Done for the day, done with my kid always being sick, and done waiting in line by myself. The lady looks up and asks if I'm getting it because I have allergies. I attempt to say no, but all that comes out is this horrible cry and I start balling. So I try to explain through hiccups and gasps that I've had a bad day, my son has asthma, and all I want is a nap. I'm sure you can image the drama unfolding here. The poor woman looks at me, looks at her co-workers and says, "Are you ok, is there a problem with your spouse". Bless her heart:) She was full of the best intentions:) She was very sweet and explained that her son uses one and that they are so good for them. Then to top it all off, she asks who the doctor is. I tell her and she's like...oh yes, I babysit her children. Awesome. I'm sure it will be quite the story she has to tell my doctor:) Oh well, I love my doctor and I will tell her anyway...it's actually quite hilarious now...but oh, not then. So to update you on Brayden. He is doing much better. He is sleeping a bit better and breathing much better. We give him two treatments a day and if we hear conjestion, we give him some acute medicine. He likes the nebulizer for the most part. He usually lays back a bit with his mouth wide open like "ah, air":) or he sits up and trys to lick the mask. The kid is too adorable.

Fighter pilot in training..."talk to me goose" (from top gun)

We are such airplane nerds:)

Also, Brayden turned 9 months this week. Yea! He is quite the big boy...weighing in at over 22 lbs and 30 inch. He loves to stand all the time, crys when you try and sit him down. He is trying to crawl...okay, not really. We put him on all fours, he rocks a bit, laughs at how funny it feels, then lays down to roll over. He "talks" a lot and loudly all day long. He loves the jumper we put in the doorway and would jump most of the day if we would let him. He loves watching Jett do anything and thinks he's so cool. They play a bit together and laugh at each other a lot. He is one special little boy and I can already tell he is going to have such a great personality. He also has the best laugh, you can't help but laugh yourself:)