We spent hours and hours at the doctors this week on three different days. We took Eliza on Monday. Then we spent hours at the blood work lab on Tuesday. When I think about how much Hannah rolled around on the floor at both of those places, it is no surprise we were back in the doctors office on Thursday for Hannah's 103 degree fever. I figured it would be the usual ear infection from what I thought was a minor cold. Her ears and throat looked great but her lungs did not sound good. Surprised is an understatement, when the doctor told me her x-rays showed she had pneumonia and asthma. She has a history of bad allergies and eczema but this was the first time a doctor has discovered the asthma. I thought Hannah was a child who got croup a lot (Hind sight is always 20/20). We went out the door with four prescriptions. Hannah had the hardest time accepting the fact that she had to use the inhaler. She screamed through the first couple treatments claiming the inhaler "smelled like poop". Then we started giving everything and everyone breathing treatments in the house. Her favorite stuffed animal, bunny bear, is having his breathing treatment in the picture. This seemed to help but it wasn't until Josh bought popcycles that she was able to look on the bright side of using her inhaler. 
Eliza had to get blood drawn for the first time on Tuesday. I did not explain to her in detail what was going to happen because I was worried I would never even get her into the lab. I also figured she would suffer more having to worry about the procedure and then would still have to go through the pain. Let me preface the next part of the story by saying that needles do not scare me one bit and that I am a person that very rarely cries. Well when I saw the surprised and pained look in Eliza's eyes and watched her bravely sit very still while the lady filled up four tube things...I teared up. It is much harder to see your child suffer than to have to suffer yourself. I'm only now beginning to realize how hard it will be for me to watch her go through whatever challenges she will face as she grows up. I can not even begin to comprehend what our Heavenly Father goes through when he watches us suffer through the pains and sorrows of this world. On a lighter note, Eliza did not even cry until they made her put a band aide on. She continued to cry for about 10 minutes until I figured out the problem and let her take the band aide off. A trip to Friendly's Ice Cream and 3D glasses to read the kids menu made us all feel better.
