It's been a little over a week, and today I can thankfully say that no one in the house has a fever. Haven't been able to say that since Sat. Feb. 4. We had company that night and over the course of the evening I felt more and more achy and chilled. That night Will also started a fever. His flair for the dramatic is striking. He wanted to sleep with us, and as soon as lay down he started screaming "I'm dying! I'm dying!", and breathing loudly, using his vocal chords. We weren't terribly convinced that he was dying, but were getting pretty alarmed that he was halfway to hysteria. So I cradled him in my arms and saying "Rock-a-bye Baby" to him a couple of dozen times. Each time he got quieter, until he finally fell asleep. Then my 30-minute-project was to slowly sink down to a lying position, and shove him off me without his knowing. Mission accomplished.
Then on Sunday Jack developed a fever that turned into a lung infection. My fever/cold (the third cold in about 7 weeks) caused an asthma flareup, so now I'm on steroids, antibiotics, and new asthma meds. Jack was home all week, and Will was only home on Monday and Tuesday. I was kind of strung out by the time I finally went to the doctor on Friday, because it's hard taking care of even one cooperative child when you yourself are coughing endlessly and feeling extremely fatigued. (A special little extra was when we had to give Will an enema on Tuesday, whee.)
So this post is just to say we made it. And that I never want to see Shrek again. And that if tomorrow is a snow day I shall weep.
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6 comments:
Oh Lauren, our house mirrors yours. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that today is my first day in nearly a week sans fever.
I'm so sorry for both of you. I hope everyone feels better soon!
Oh, that sounds awful.
I hope this week is healthier.
That sounds all too familiar. I still pretend that one of the kids will somehow avoid the cold or ear infection that one of the others is trying to give away. But then when my four year old says "Dr. Chen said to give him amoxicillin" I know that we are all doomed.
I'm sending wishes for good recoveries and better health this week.
Sounds dreadful! I'm reading this a few days later, so hopefully by now there was no snow day and everyone's recovered beautifully. And you've acquired some new movies for next time around! (I loathed Shrek the first time around.)
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