We found out this weekend that Lola has asthma. We headed home from the doctor, the proud owners of a brand new nebulizer, and a cabinet full of prescriptions.
The first time I gave Lola a breathing treatment, I had to pin her down, hold every limb, keep the mask on her face and listen to her heartbreaking little cry. After a few minutes of that, she finally surrendered and let me just hold her, those big brown eyes staring sadly up at me.
The next time was a totally different program. She plopped down on the couch, scooted the machine over by her and held the little fishy mask on her face. She was so cute sitting there, all independent like.
Now she comes to me, every time she starts coughing, asking for more medicine. She has adapted so well as she realizes how much it helps her.
I'm so grateful for her happy soul, no matter the circumstance.
2 comments:
Oh I'm so sorry. What led to the diagnosis. We're kinda worried about Devin, but hoping that it's just the bad winter weather.
So sorry for miss Lola, she is so cute.
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