Cameron's been having a rough time with a cold this week, so when we went to the doctor yesterday she noticed that he's using his auxillary muscles to breathe, and considering the father's family history for asthma, they aren't taking chances. They sent him home with a breathing machine, which he needs treatments every 4 hours for a whole day. Then 4 times a day until he breathes freely.
Poor little dude just sits there looking so helpless with his mask on.
We don't see a difference at all with his breathing but I am very tempted to try it out on myself -- grandma is one miserable snotty congested mess herself.
But the good news, look at how well he sits up all by himself.![]()
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