And something to love about every season. (Most of the time.)
Fall was my favorite of all the seasons. To me, it meant cooler weather, shorter days, leaves on the ground, apples, pumpkins and Thanksgiving.
But then I moved to Mexico.
Don't get me wrong. There is still much to love about Fall in Mexico. We too have cooler weather and shorter days, along with the added bonus of corn season and guasanas.
But to me, Fall in Mexico also means allergies and asthma. For both me and my 12 year old son, Nick.
So far this season, I've been pretty lucky. (Knock on wood!) I've only had one big asthma crisis, but nothing a couple of shots of glucocorticoid steroids couldn't cure.
Nick hasn't been so lucky.
His asthma has been acting up on a weekly basis.
He's had his shots. He's taking his medications. And he always carries his inhaler. But he still has his bad days.
At least once a week. And it's always worse at night.
The poor kid isn't able to get much sleep on those nights because of the constant coughing and wheezing. Hubby and I don't get much sleep either, because we take turns to watch over him and keep him company, curled up on the couch and watching late-night cartoons. We almost lost him once to pneumonia, so bad nights like tonight really worry us.
When Nick is finally able to fall asleep, he wakes up a couple of hours later feeling ten times better and is able to go on for days, playing and running around like nothing happened.
Those are my favorite days.
But then it happens all over again.
It's like riding a roller coaster over and over and over again.
And it's the thing I dread the most every Fall and Winter.