Andrew's Birthday

Birthdays really bite the big one when you get older, I tell ya.  Or actually Andrew could tell ya.  Want to know how Andrew spent his birthday last weekend?

At the ER still awake at 4:30 in the morning!! I looked at the clock when I realized what day it was and said, "Oh.  Happy birthday Andrew." He was pumped. Psych. We took Tommy to the ER at one in the morning because he was continuing to have trouble breathing and the breathing treatments we were giving him weren't working.  I had tried putting his head in the freezer but we have a bottom drawer pull out freezer and it was like I was dipping his head into frozen chicken patties.  It pissed Tommy off even more.  Things were not going well so we just up and decided to go to the ER.

Side note, Andrew is smiling in the first picture because we knew everything was fine at that point and we were going to be released soon.

So we went and they told us he has croup.  Sweet Tarts.  They gave him a breathing treatment that opened up his throat but they said he had to stay in the hospital for a few more hours for observation after the treatment.  He was up from 1 am to 4:30 am.  He finally fell asleep then.  There was WAYYY too much going on at the hospital for him to go to sleep.  Poor little dude.  He was exhausted.

 They took him in and THIS is the date of birth that they wrote down when I told him his birthdate.  One of the many people that came to check on Tommy said, "Yeah I thought he looked a little older than that."  I looked and wanted to say, "Ummmm, older than THE FUTURE?? That date hasn't happened yet, muchacho." But I refrained.  I was tired.

So they gave us some prescriptions at 5 in the morning and sent us on our way.  Stupid croup.

 The next day Tommy was feeling much better though his breathing wasn't perfect and he had a really gross, awful cough.  But he has never really acted very sick any other time.  He still was having a ball scooting around on his little musical train.  What a little goober!

That's not a ride-on toy, Tommy Hawk! But hey, after all that, he can do what he wants.

Poor Andrew.  I guess when they say it's not about you anymore, they really mean it. Maybe the actual day of your birth won't be all about you but hopefully you will have a wonderful 32nd year! Happiest of Happy Birthdays, Andrew!!