Taking care of Brady

Brady has asthma. Pretty mild asthma, but still it's there. When the air gets nasty outside, we know the little man's gonna be coughing quite bit. It's been pretty windy the past week so, the cough is back. It happens mostly at night and there is very little we can do except go in and give him his inhaler and/or a little medicine.

Now, if you come into my room and wake me up to give me medicine at 1AM there is a good chance you will require immediate medical attention. Brady isn't like that. Sure, we get the occasional grumpasaurus rex, but most of the time the little guy is just plain happy. You believe that? I can't.

He had one of his coughing jags a minute ago so I went up to give him his medicine. I walked in his room and patted his back. He smiled at me and sat right up.

ME

Hey Bub. Here's your medicine and some water so you don't have to cough anymore.

BRADY
Is it the medicine that I like?

ME
(lying straight to his face) Yeah, well, yeah you like it.

BRADY
Oh, yeah..it's like the earache medicine that I like.

ME
Yeah, like that.

I hand him the medicine.(gulp, gulp, gulp) I hand him his water (gulp, gulp, gulp)

BRADY

I drinked it real fast Daddy.

ME
Yeah you did, great job pal.

BRADY

Yeah cause I'm a big guy.

ME
Yes you are buddy. You're awesome. Get some good sleep. I love you.

BRADY
I love you too Daddy.

Brady smiled and laid his head down on his Superman pillow. I hate that he is uncomfortable, but I enjoy our little midnight visits. I can't get enough of that boy.