Guest blogger Dani Klein Modisett: I recently found out my baby has asthma that is triggered by a cold. Now I want to put him in a plastic bubble until he's 18 -- when he hopefully out grows it.

"I'm sorry we can't make it."
"Sorry, we have to go home now."
"Is that a sniffle?"
"Was that a sneeze?
"Did your son just cough?"
Since my toddler was diagnosed with cold-triggered asthma two weeks ago, these are the only thoughts that run through my head every time we are around other children. As a result of a recent hospital stay, I have kept Gideon out of his music class and have also stopped taking him with me to the YMCA where my membership includes an hour and a half of free childcare -- that one is really killing me. But after spending three days in the pediatric ward clearing his lungs so that he could breath in enough oxygen on his own, I'm finding myself terrified of other children.
Even the thought of him catching a runny nose from another germ-carrying kid sends a chill down my spine. My son's asthma is not an allergic reaction to dust or hayfever like mine was when I was young -- his is the end result of catching a cold. It starts innocently enough with some sneezing, but so far, in his short life it always ends the same way -- with me sitting next to his heaving chest counting his breaths with a stop watch. Then, depending on how quickly he is gasping for air, we either head to his doctor or go directly to the hospital.
Unfortunately, they have not yet come up with a "cold" shot, you know, like one you can get at CVS now for the flu. So to cut down on his exposure to these otherwise lightweight illnesses, I am keeping him away from groups of children.
The problem is, even at 16 months, he is turning out to be quite the social butterfly. His entire body lights up when he sees other humans his size. He can't wait to look them in the eyes and touch them and pull them in close to breath all over him. So what's a mother to do? I don't want to cripple him emotionally by raising some kind of social outcast, but I also don't want any more nights in the ER.
Maybe the mother who put her son in a plastic bubble was on to something. Or was that just a 1976 made for TV movie starring John Travolta?
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