sweetcoalminer

09:56 am: More Antibiotics
Frank had a bad ear infection and a sinus infection that was creating a ton of snot, making him have that gurgly cough. No "asthma" discussion per Cory, who went to the doctor's appointment because I was at work.

We started him on Carnation Good Start with Active Cultures yesterday and he got an antibiotic, and something gave him the messy "trots" as Julie would say. So. Gross. Back to Alimentum. We are almost done with formula, and I am curious what he will move on to. I don't know how available soy and rice milk are in Greece. When I was a kid and I'd go visit there, I always drank chocolate goat's milk. Superyuck. But they're very much more international now, so who knows what we'll find for these two. Frank is still nursing, and I don't think I can really wean him until after we're settled in Greece. Right? Because now with the antibiotics and the constant battle with thrush, I'm totally open to it. Not to mention that he's still waking up every 2-3 hours and I'M LOSING MY MIND FROM IT. I can't really let him cry it out, either, because when I've tried he can go a good 45 minutes before I give up plus he's got this Reactive Airways thing where it sounds like he can't breathe when he really gets on a good crying jag.

His one year appointment is in about a month, and I'll talk to her about it then.

He is such a sweet boy, and so very attached to me. I would be worried about him not walking (mimi was running around at this point) and not talking much, but we clearly don't put the effort into it that we did with Mimi, which is good and bad. I was always trying to grow Mimi up faster - on to the next thing - and we just enjoy Frank for who he is.

On a positive note, I do believe it has been at least 2.5 months - a record for us - since someone in this house was on antibiotics. Things are definitely looking up!

03:18 pm: The Universe Laughs at Us
less than an hour after I posted that things were looking up, school called and said Mimi had a fever of 104. I had kissed her goodbye and she was fine (I am in the habit of checking like 3 times a day. Is it just me?) By the time I grabbed my stuff and got there, her temp was 104.4 and she was totally out and breathing really shallow. I couldn't even wake her up to get her to the car. She opened her eyes in the car a little and I took off for the pediatrician's office because I was freaking out. She wouldn't talk. They took her temperature and the pediatrician magically materialized from "lunch". They gave her motrin, and about an hour later, she saw a kid who was about her age that she thought was Frankie. She was totally delirious.

1.5 hours later still at the pediatrician, her temp came down to 102-103. Our ped warned us about febrile seizures and sent us home thinking it was a virus - she just was at the doctor's office yesterday getting her flu shot. (And no, they said it's not a reaction to the flu shot - too delayed and too high a fever). She ate a really good breakfast, although she has told me for the last couple days that her leg hurts, and then said this morning shortly after waking up that she wanted to go to sleep. Cory said when he put her in the car her neck hurt.

By the time she started to talk again, it was "my neck hurts. my eyes hurt. my head hurts. my leg hurts." Mimi's had fevers before, and she's had fevers this high before for sure, but I've never seen her so completely out of it before and hope I never do again.

She's currently convalescing on the sofa watching Diego.

I am totally shocked they haven't called me to come get Frank. Cory and I are kind of paralyzed - both of us home from work with her - and scared. She is whimpering "my neck hurts, my neck hurts" over and over again. I guess I will go get Frank and try to keep him out of Cory's and Mimi's hair.

We'll call the pediatrician tomorrow if her fever doesn't come down to get blood work done for meningitis. Get better kiddo - we don't like this.

10:20 pm: And . . .
Cue the puking.

And Frank, cue diarrhea.

Awesome.

Sweet, cue the call to work that you won't be in tomorrow, either. Not even after Cory gets home.

I know I'm doing the right thing. My career can't handle this. And I need to focus on my kids who need me, not a boss who had no idea what this is like.