Where the Wild Things Are
So I took my snorty children to a ballgame on Friday night. Saturday morning Mia developed a cough. By lunch she was beginning to wheeze. This is always a cause of concern, but especially after her bout with pneumonia back in the spring. I have on hand her inhaler from the last go-round, which we began using immediately. She never ran more than a degree of temperature, just occasional wheezing and an occasional rattling cough.
At one point yesterday afternoon when it was time for another breathing treatment, Mia came to me and told me she had a bird in her tummy. That was her description of the whistling of the wheeze. Later, when she fought with phlegm that rattled in her throat, she said she sounded like our kitties. (Purring, I assume.) And when she coughed a really big cough, she said there was an alligator in her tummy. How do you like that imagery?!
She is much better today. No birds and no alligators, just a moment or two of purring like our kitties. Keeping my fingers crossed that all forms of wildlife will leave her tummy alone from here on out!