Posts Tagged ‘snoring’

Wrong way Robin

Robin

Over-heated and in the thick of his second match at football practice, Robin won the ball on the half-way line. He paused, put his foot on the ball, turned and began dribbling at pace with teammates and opponents in his wake. There were a few shouts of ‘wrong way’, but Robin pressed on until seeing his own goalkeeper in front of him he veered left and cleared the ball from his own attack. Stung with embarrassment, he threw himself back into the game and scored a goal following another strong, this time correctly orientated, run.

Eliza

Eliza wears her school skirt as a mini-skirt. L reassured me: she has adopted that style so her legs are free for cartwheeling.

Gabe

Gabe’s snoring has been silenced. An ENT physician looked up his nose then gave him four allergy spot tests. Within minutes, one of the tests had raised a red wheal on Gabe’s arm. “That’s great news”, the physician claimed, “dust mites. The only allergy that you can remove. And you can tell your Father that you cannot clean your room, as it could make it worse.” Prescribed a nasal spray and anti-histemine, within days Gabe’s sleep became quiet.

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Trampolining

Eliza

For the second year running, Eliza’s birthday party was shaped around trampolining. The most changed aspect of the party was Eliza herself. Visibly more self-confident, Eliza sat happily and at ease amongst her friends at tea. Where before she was overshadowed by some of her louder, more insistent friends, now she handles them and engages with a wider group of girls. The party was a success.

On her birthday, Eliza took part in her school’s musical performance afternoon (soiree). She played a piano piece well, but L said she had looked as though she was shaking when getting ready to play.

Gabe

Gabe missed Eliza’s party as he spent that afternoon, as well as the evening and night with a friend as a birthday event. Gabe was nervous about the sleep-over because of his snoring. He sought reassurance: yes, I said, it is loud, but it doesn’t go on for very long. His friends either didn’t hear him or were discrete as there was no mention, or teasing of him for snoring.

Robin

Robin can whistle. His repertoire is limited, consisting almost exclusively of the Harry Potter theme tune, which for much of the weekend can be used to locate him around the house.

3am at the hospital

Eliza

After several days and nights of coughing, Eliza appeared in our bed with breathing interrupted by coughing. L had already said she thought Eliza had asthma. Conscious – but tired – that both Gabe and Robin had ended up in hospital with asthma and that we have no medicine prescribed for Eliza, I decided she needed to go to hospital. I helped her into clothes and then to the car. Minutes into our journey and Eliza seemed less ill, but I pressed on. At the hospital, she sat on my knee as we waited to be seen and then with the nurse, coughing as proof of why I had taken us there. We weren’t deemed an emergency needing A&E care and so went to the duty GP’s office. We waited watching middle of the night tv. Eliza was calm and well-behaved. Eventually we were seen by the doctor who examined Eliza and offered no prescription, just the consolation of a vague diagnosis of viral asthma  – a bad cough. We drove home at dawn.

Gabe

Several times most nights, Gabe enters a phase of intense, adenoid scorching snoring. It doesn’t seem to relate to his posture in bed, but some independent tightening of his airways.

Robin

L bought off Robin with a green, sound and light emitting light sabre. With lighter mornings, Robin had been waking and coming to our room, where he fidgeted and sniffed through the last hour of our sleep. He was challenged to five consecutive nights of staying quietly in bed until L or I got up. The incentive worked, but with the threat of back-sliding to the earlier routine, the threat is now that the light sabre will be removed unless he can continue to stay in bed until a reasonable hour.