Day Four - Medication

Getting to grips with his inhaler.

Medication

We are very fortunate that Elijah has never been on any daily medication or needed any oxygen at home.
Other than when he has needed antibiotics, pain relief for illness prescribed by a doctor or hospital.
A couple of years ago we were given an inhaler both brown and blue to use when we believe he needed it, this tends to be when he has a nasty chest infection.
Now Elijah is nearly 5 he is of an age where he understands that when he has to take medicine or his inhaler it is helping him.
He is now also learning about limiting himself if he is tired or ill he knows it is important he rests which is very important for him to learn as he will soon be at school.
To begin with, especially in the beginning before his op we couldn't just pop to the shop for Calpol or Nurofen without it being approved by Doc.
We even had to get his teething liquid approved by the docs at Great Ormond Street when we were down there!
We are lucky, I know we are I've seen how hard it must be for some who are on lots of medication or neededing oxygen at home.
I myself am on daily medication for the rest of my life and am glad at this stage he can just be as normal as he can be without medication.

I am blogging every day in Feb and taking part in the #chdphotochallenge to raise awarenesa this heart month.

I will also be taking part in a live Q and A for Tiny Tickers next week.

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