Does Cincinnati Like Us?

Since we moved to Cincinnati about two months ago, it sure seems as though Cincinnati doesn't like us. Almost constantly, one member or another of our family has been sick and or injured. Mostly, it has been Ammon, thanks to the air-sharing that goes on in his office. The kids have not escaped untouched, though, and most recently we seem to be experiencing a bout of upper respiratory infections, and possibly bronchitis. After our Chuck E Cheese melee on Saturday, Jeremy started in with a mild cough on Sunday morning. Since he had no other symptoms, we went ahead and took him to church and chalked it up to childhood weirdness. However, by Monday morning he was still coughing, and by Monday night he had a fever. On Tuesday, he spent most of the day lazing around on the couch, and wasn't any better yesterday. Yesterday evening I took his temperature, and it was 102.7. Luckily, so far the ibuprofen seems to be helping, and for a few hours between doses he'll almost seem normal. Last night we were counting our blessings that nobody else has come down ill yet, but alas, we counted those blessings too early. At about 10:30 at night (why is it always at 10:30pm?! What is so magical about those last few minutes before I crawl into bed and doze off?!) Kadon woke up coughing so violently that he actually vomited, and wheezing dangerously. Out came our trusty nebulizer and steroid, and he spent about 30 minutes in bed with Mom to make sure that he was breathing normally before we shuttled him off to his own bed. Three more times during the night, he coughed until he woke himself up. This morning, Brooklyn has a slight fever, and both boys are still coughing on a regular basis. I'm hoping that this illness manages to skip the adults and Brooklyn, but I'm not too optimistic. Wish us luck that whatever this is isn't dangerous for Brooklyn to get, as we are in peak RSV season right now, and even the thought of our delicate little girl being afflicted with those three scary consonants scares me silly.