Unfortunately it wasn't one of the greatest.
I went to Albany with Rory and Flynn on Friday morning to spend the weekend celebrating my birthday with family while Duncan was busy seeding. Rory had had a cough and cold for a few days, but was on the mend, and Flynn had just started to get sick.
By Sunday, Flynn's cough was terrible and he was struggling to sleep. I took him to the doctor this morning and was told he has bronchiolitis. He is on liquid ventolin every four hours.
He cried and coughed the whole one and a half hour journey back to the farm.
I think we're in for another rough night.
Poor bubba.
I'm trying to salvage this birthday with some Viennetta, as per my annual tradition.
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Poor Flynn (and mum). Kids (and adulthood) have taught me to have low expectations of my own birthdays. It just never is the same as when we were kids, Christmas similarly. My last birthday (which puts me 10 years older than you) was good, just because I had almost no expectations and was pleasantly surprised (easier when your kids are older).
Oh, and I really should say, "Happy Birthday" Sarah!
Oh, that sure does not sound like fun.
Still wishing you a belated happy birthday and a hopefully otherwise healthy new year in your life, Sarah.
I see in my Bro´s life that the first years with kids are very stressful, health-wise... Best wishes!
Thanks Wendy and Iris. :)
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