Yesterday afternoon the four of us spent some time outside, running around in this windy, warm 70 degree weather that's making my daffodils bloom like crazy!
It was glorious!
At one point, Brynne was exploring something with her papa, and I followed Hadley around the side of the house.
We ran. We ran and ran and spun and twirled, and ran some more.
This might not seem worth mentioning to you, but it's a huge deal.
For the past five months (or more) our Hadley has been plagued with a cough that just won't quit.
She coughs at night.
She coughs when she runs around.
A terribly, dry, bark-y cough.
Hadley's an active kid. Restricting her play was heartbreaking.
Yesterday we got our answer---it's asthma.
Answers = Treatment = Less Coughing
In the midst of running and laughing and twirling with my daughter, I suddenly realized---I didn't have to make her stop. She wasn't coughing!
I might have gotten a little teary-eyed, but let's just blame it on the wind.