The reason for separating my last post into two parts and the reason for taking an entire week just to write the first one? (a) I was dealing with a sick toddler which = mama needs a drink big time and (b) I was lazy and had little energy for anything else that didn't involve laying on the couch in my pj's.
So there you have it. Please take pity on me, or not, but I'll try to do better this month.
We stepped off the plane and happily headed home. After a week of being away, I was looking forward to my small comforts - my bed, G's crib, our big bath tub, etc.
G was so happy to be home - his toys were on the receiving end of a longer than usual toddler attention span. We were all exhausted from such a long day of travel, so I made sure to get everything packed and ready for "school"/work the next day. When we were putting him down for bed we noticed he was much warmer than usual and took his temp only to discover he was running a fever. No "school" for G or work for mama!
Of course running a fever usually means that he sleeps terribly, so my bed that I was so looking forward to was now being shared with a feverish and crabby baby. Grrrrr...
On Monday he was the grumpiest I've ever remembered him being. We are talking about epic meltdowns over anything. He was so incredibly sensitive, but I knew he just wasn't feeling well at all so I tried my best to stay calm and collected. His nice, long normal naps went out the window and by 6 p.m. we were both tired and cranky. Poor dada.
His fever persisted all week long and I was grateful for when Thursday rolled around because we already had his 15 month check up scheduled. It ended up being a sick visit instead, and we were there for two hours while they ran different tests to see what was wrong. His symptoms: fever (getting worse as the week went on), runny nose, gross diapers, and lack of appetite (very unusual for my sweet boy).
Ever since he had his tear duct probed, G hates the dr. Hates. He clings onto me like a spider monkey the minute we walk into the small room. He cries hysterically just getting weighed ... poor baby. He does not like any of it. Since we were not going to be getting any of the 15 month vaccines, I went in slightly relieved I wouldn't have to suffer through that with G. But, it turns out he had to get a nasal swab to test for the flu, a finger prick and subsequent squeezes to check his white blood cell count, and then they put a urine bag sample in his diaper so they could test for a bladder infection. That one kept us in that small room for a long time as we waited for him to pee. Then most of the pee in the bag spilled on the floor anyways. Fun times (and an interesting experience).
He tested negative for everything, so we left with a suspected virus and new antibiotic prescription in hand. He is finally on the mend (no more fever!) and, more importantly, we are finally getting some much needed sleep in our own beds.
I had been looking forward to this past weekend for a long time because my entire family rented an RV and went camping. We opted to stay home because of our sick little one. It rained all weekend, so we ran a few errands but mostly just snuggled up inside.
We are ready to get back to our normal routine tomorrow and to stay away from the sickies for as long as possible!
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