It's been a germ-filled couple of weeks at the Tusselwupper household. Rob came down with bronchitis, I caught a cold and the sweet girl got hit with RSV. Because of the sneaky ways of viruses, it's impossible to know if all of us had variations of the same thing or three different kinds of virus funk. Either way, I am happy to report that the germ cloud has lifted. Antibiotics took care of Rob. I went through boxes of tissues. And Roxi got nebulizer treatments, which helped clear out her bronchial tubes so she could breathe - and therefore sleep - better.
For those of you not familiar with a nebulizer, it's a nifty machine that converts liquid medicine into breathable steam. It comes with a mask that straps over the patient's nose and mouth. Let me tell ya, there's nothing more pathetic than seeing your baby girl sporting what looks like an oxygen mask. Even if the mask is painted to look like a cute purple dragon, which Roxi's was. But the only part that really bugged Roxi about it was its volume; the sucker is loud, and it startled her.
Anyway, Roxi had to be strapped in to ye old nebulizer four times a day for 10 minute treatments. She's having her last treatment tonight, before bed, and we are all excited about that. Lest you be worried, the RSV was never serious. Roxi never had a fever, never had trouble breathing or any of that scary stuff. She was just clogged up and having a hard time sleeping. Otherwise - if you averted your eyes from the waterfall pouring out of her nose - you would have never known she was sick. She was her active, wacky, fun self ... what a champ.