The Puddles

Poor Miss A. Another day lost to being sick.  She is at least not running a high fever.  But she is still miserable.  The doctor now thinks that it might be gardia(the spelling is not right.  But I “turtle-talked” the word so that I could hear all of the syllables.  I listened to Ben’s first grade teacher and hopefully learned something.)  The doctor is putting A on a medication for it, but we won’t get the results of all the “samples” that I dropped off today until much later.  So who knows.  We just want Ainsley to not feel so miserable.  She feel asleep on the toilet this morning.  Poor thing.  It was adorable. I’m not sure how comfortable that was but she managed to do it.

So another day at home.  I really hope that we don’t pass this around.  Lysol is my friend right now.  Chris walked in tonight and said, “I can smell that you’ve been cleaning.”

Now that is a quote of the day.

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we have none. We are back from the doctor and after a urinalysis, strep test, and flu test, we know what it is not.  But because of the high fever and her inability to hold down even fluids, the doctor is concerned.  So we have to bring in samples and they did a blood draw in order to run more labs.  We have hopes that we will find out what is wrong soon.  She is just in so much pain the last few days.

The sick feeling in the house is overwhelming.  I feel the need to wipe down everything with disinfectant.  And hopefully Miss A will get better soon and I pray no one else follows.

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“I can’t do this anymore. Call the doctor and tell her to fix me,” cries Ainsley.

2 days later and we can’t get this bug licked. She is leaking every where, running up to 104.6 fever and still not able to eat or drink.  I think she has endured enough.

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I swear my children know just when to get sick to make it hard on me.

Ben got off the bus on Thursday running a 102 fever.  He said he was feeling bad all day, but didn’t want to bother the nurse (let’s ignore the fact that he already visits her everyday for a blood pressure check.  He could have told her then!).  So I call the doctor and they insist that I bring Ben in immediately just to make sure that it wasn’t strep or something that wouldn’t be good for him.  But . . . we were due to leave in 30 minutes to go to Girl Scouts where my troop was going to make dinner for 20 people that evening.  Luckily a quick phone call to one of my co-leaders put the wheels in motion for my wonderful troop’s other moms to step forward to take lead.  By the time I arrived after taking Ben to the doctor, there were 10 moms and 20 girls in the kitchen cooking and setting the table.  The building smelled great and dinner was ready.  I really do have the best moms!

The doctor wasn’t sure what was up with Ben.  But since the weekend was coming, she gave him an antibiotic while we waited for the lab results to come back. But after reaching 103.5 that evening (well really at 2am on Friday morning) and two doses of antibiotic, he was fever free and doing great since then.  He is ready to go back to school tomorrow!

Then there is Ainsley . . . who decided to come down with whatever Ben had on Saturday evening.  Lovely.  It’s not like I am suppose to do anything on Sunday or like Chris can stay home with her while I go to church.  It is what it is.  So Ainsley and I spent a lovely night in the bathroom, poor thing.  Her fever would peak. She would throw up. Her fever would break right after. Only to start the process all over again.  The poor thing just has those fever eyes. All mothers know what I am talking about.  You can just tell by her eyes that she doesn’t feel good.  Hopefully she will be on the mend by tomorrow.

Illnesses never come at good times, but Christmas time is especially busy. Debra and I were suppose to make jelly on Friday, rescheduled for today, and now who knows when!  First we have to get everybody better.  Hopefully this will be the end of no one else in the family will get sick.  I can hope!

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“Hey, guys!  Gordon is going to be here this afternoon, so make sure all of your chores are done.”

“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I did not put that on my calendar.  Let me check my schedule and get back with you on that,” says Ben.

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