Since i don't write my blog anymore, i decided to only entertain you all with the really, very, ultra fun days that we encounter. And, today topped the charts.
It's always a wonder to see your children in the middle of the night, several times a night, while they are burning hot and spewing chunks of vomit all around. these are my favorite kinds of nights. and, they usually lead to the best kind of days- the days where your children either lay lethargic like llamas in heat, or heave heavy objects at you like they're practicing for the olympics. or, you could be lucky (like I) and have each of these events at once. yes, that's right, my baby B has been laying like she's never laid before, or hurling heavy objects at all of our heads, or running circles around the house. evidently, this is how she tells us she's sick.
and, yes, she is sick. with what? well, that takes a whole process of exams to distinguish when your child either doesn't stop moving, or moans whenever you say the word, "hurt" so that you think she's having appendicitis, strep throat, kawasaki disease (this was a new one today based on current symptoms), etc. or, nothing at all...
So, today we got a dr.'s appt. it was at 10:00. i left the house at 9:47. this could have gotten me there relatively close to on-time. however, i witnessed a crime in my own backyard as i was pulling away, and i had to (as the ever vigilant crime watcher that i am) pull back around, call my husband, to call the police, and then i had to follow the criminals (two men stole my neighbor's trash can. the big kind that you have to later pay $25 for to get another- i know this, because this has happened to me.)
anyway, after police were called, and criminals tracked, i made it to the doc's by 10:05. not too shabby i have to say!
the doc did a thorough check up, including a catheter (yikes!) and a lung x-ray (double yikes if you know the contraption they have to put children under 2 in.) turns out, baby B has pneumonia. yes, pneumonia. i have to actually be thankful that it's something they could catch, something that can be treated, something that she's not going to really remember. but, i'll remember. i'll remember the late night fever, vomit, stolen trash cans, catheterized baby, restricted-under-a-plastic-straight-jacket x-ray'd baby. i'll remember that THIS was one of the best days of my life (sarcasm leak... oops!)
