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Asthma. What in the world am I doing? I have no idea. You would think it would be obvious, but it isn't. I don't like it. I barely know exactly what it is. I thought attacks were quick and easily fixed, but it can take Isaak about three weeks to fully recover from attack. Three weeks, not a quick puff on an inhaler like I thought it was. If he has an attack I need to give him albuterol every four hours for several days or until I think the attack is over. I still am not exactly sure how to tell. It all seems so vague and frustrating, especially with a toddler because I can't really have a conversation with him.

I think maybe I was secretly hoping that he wouldn't have another attack for a long time, but alas it happened. So mostly I feel completely inadequate frustrated and unsure. I wish there was some kind of test to see where he's at and exactly how much more I need to do, but there are no guidelines. I guess I'll just feel completely inadequate until I get it figured out.

On a more positive note the sun has been shining and it makes my heart warm. If we don't have a pattern of regular warm weather in June we might start house hunting a little further south from here. A couple weeks ago when we were in St George it was gloriously warm. I love not having to wear a jacket or a sweater or even a coat. I find it hard to be indoor bound with young kids. I feel like life is more fun when you can spend lots of time outdoors. I love outside. I love the mountains. I love the beach. I love the pool. I love parks. I love sitting on the grass and lazily watching the sky.

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Unknown said…
Poor Isaak. Hang in there. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it eventually.

I'm with ya on the warm weather thing. Although, I think you would regret it mid summer in St. George when you're forced to enjoy the backyard from the air conditioned living room, since you'll melt outside ;)
June 2, 2011 at 8:27 PM
Heather said…
I'll ask Chad if he has any suggestions on the asthma thing and let you know.

McKade informed me today that you said you were moving. I thought "Oh, really" but then Kysia set him straight! If you moved to St. George I could come visit in the winter, but don't you think living in St. George would be a bit of a commute for Cory?
June 2, 2011 at 10:21 PM
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