Crisis Averted (Hopefully) in meh...

My grandbaby has asthma, I guess. I say that because I’m still not willing to accept that he has it.

Well, he was having some breathing issues this morning. Like using his whole body to breathe. My daughter called me when I was on my way out of the house to leave for work. I called her back and pretty much said “Fuck work” this morning. I needed to see about my baby. Daughter put him on the phone and I asked him how he was feeling. “Better,” he said in that cute voice of his.

So I detoured and went to see him. I’m not going to say that I had thoughts about this issue. Where they live, is a smoking house. He can’t get away from it yet. That doesn’t help. I’m concerned, but what can be done? It’s their house. I can’t go over there and say stop smoking around my baby! LOL

I will have him this weekend. I have to make him eat. He is very picky and my daughter said he’s lost 2lbs since his last doctor visit. If that bitch is not feeding my baby…but my daughter says he kind of psyches himself out of eating.

I have to do some research. She let me know he can’t have any junk snacks. Which I can handle. We just won’t go to the store to get some Goldfish. We will eat fruit and carrots and try to make him eat some other stuff. We will see.

So please put my grandbaby in your prayers. I thank you.
Kindest Regards,
Sister