On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...
12 hours between pulmicort breathing treatments,
11 screaming babies in the waiting room,
10 days of omnicef,
9 testy mothers in the waiting room,
8 hours of coughing Sunday night,
7 foot decorated Christmas tree on our porch,
6 doses of Tylenol a day,
5 o'clock wake up for the Cuddler and Morning Guy,
4 albuterol breathing treatments a day,
3 tired and grouchy people at my house,
2 hour wait to see the doctor,
and a decadron shot.
I was serious about our Christmas tree on our porch. The doctor says I may be having an allergic reaction to our live tree. Yep, we are now "those" neighbors.
Love, a sickly little Plum who will never get to go to camp at this rate