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Poor angel, the meds made her sick, gave her entire body the hives, and we had to go to urgent care. Now she's on steroids for her breathing, a different antibiotic for the pneumonia and another kind of albuterol for the nebulizer.

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Tomorrow we're going back in again.

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  1. Anonymous2:28 PM

    Get well soon Ally, otherwise I will organise a visiting rosta of all of your mother's blogging friends.

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  2. Pammy, you are the sweetest. We have this kind of image of all-american mum's over here, and babe, you fall right into it. Hope your kid gets well soon.
    She won't want a kiss from me, so you have it instead. X.

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  3. I'm not sure just how 'sweet' I am (ask my teenagers), but I am American and I'm a mum, so I s'pose I could be what you think of when you picture an All American Mum.

    I've been blesssed with four children and a wonderful husband. I know how lucky I am to be where I am and have what I have. I count my blessings daily.

    And if it were at all possible to take away my children's pain and sickness and give it to myself, I would. I know most parents would want to, but we can't. It's a learning process for our babies. They learn to appreciate their health and their difficulties only serve to make them stronger as they grow older. It's painful for me to watch, but there isn't anything more I can do but get them the best medical treatments, give them all the love I can and teach them to be good people.

    Goodness, I waxed long on that one didn't I? Sorry.

    Thanks for the kiss Tommy dear. It's most appreciated.

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  4. I so hope she feels better soon! There is nothing worse than watching one of your children suffer and not being able to make it better. XX

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  5. poor darling. hope she feels better soon.

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  6. Your girls are beautiful. They actually look similar to my brood of 4... Thank you for your kind comment over at Chronicles. It is good to meet you, I will be back.

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  7. oh, poor ally!
    and an allergic reaction to the meds on top of it all. thats just not fair.
    and poor mom, too. thats rough on both of you.
    pam, i am so sorry. the best thing for both of you is lots of quiet time. and warm broth, and some HVTV.
    you are in my thoughts, both of you.XOOfn

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  8. Pammy, I hope Ally is feeling better. She's lucky to have a nice mom like you.

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  9. Thanks everyone. You're so kind. She is better today, but the doc still wants to see her, so we're heading in to see him in a bit.

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  10. Oh that's just heart renching. Poor girl! Glad she's feeling better this morning.

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  11. What an adventure! Speeding ticket, sick sis during the birthday party...

    Feel for you and for her, Pam.

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