Well, the brutal beast of sick is back in the ol' Van Pat house. I s'pose I should have been clued in to his return by the veritable fountain of green snot that started running non-stop out of Maggies nose on Monday. Or perhaps, just perhaps I SHOULD have listened to her when she told me a week ago that her ear hurt (but in my defense, she said it one time and never mentioned it again and never acted like anything was wrong at all). Or maybe I should have believed her when she started crying in the car out of nowhere and told me her tummy hurt.) UGH! Last night was spent with a wailing and unconsolable Maggie for well over an hour, refusing to go to sleep. In between sobs demanding "Mom, HO ME." "Daddddddy, I wan Daddddddy." As she has NEVER exhibited such behaviour or even cried longer than half hour before, this was new ground. Nothing we said, did or otherwise could or would help her. Finally at around 10:00, after a dose of Tylenol and lots of loving she layed down and fell asleep. That was not to last that long, 'cause Midnight came a knockin and so did her crying. She would cry out, "ow, ow, ow" and then "Mommy, or something else." I think I went in her room at least three times to comfort, give her something, hold her, talk to her, etc. Finally at 4:ish I gave her some more tylenol and at 5:ish she fell asleep. Of course I was s'posed to be getting up then for a swim, and of course, I didn't go. I was tooo tired, AND I knew I needed to take her to the doctor first thing, which meant I didn't have time for hair washing and doing. So, needless to say, called the doctor first thing, they got her in at 8:50 and wouldn't you know the diagnosis was........
Double Ear Infection AND we got to test for a UTI.
Ever seen how they get a urine sample from a baby in diapers? It's quite clever really. Think strong adhesive, little bag with an opening, attached to the hooty hoo and voila. Maggie was not a real fan of the bag, it was bothering her, and her peeing was bothering her more. On the upside, no sign of a real UTI, on the downside, something is not right. AND, I found out I was s'posed to be taking her for a pelvic ultrasound and an abdominal scan. I sort of forgot I was s'posed to do that, per orders of the Pediatric Ortho guy. Have I ever mentioned one of Maggies legs is shorter than the other? Yeah, I know, you all thought she was perfect in her beauty. Nope, she has a flaw. Left leg, TOTALLY shorter than the right. It doesn't seem to be hindering her in any way, other than to watch her run is hysterical. They did x-rays and can't find anything wrong, and don't know why there is the discrepancy, so he ordered these other tests to rule out cysts or something wierd like that. But, that is not my story right now.
So, new round of augmenton starting tonight. In the meantime, whiny, bawly, tragically sad Maggie to deal with. She woke up from her nap with green goopy eyes to boot. Sick is so awesome.
Did I mention Max has a creepy, rattly cough. Perfectly peachy in every other way, just coughing.
Why don't they mention in the ol' parenting handbook that you might as well just plan on your kids being sick from age birth to like 8. Just one constant round of antibiotics, sleepless nights, crying and misery. Oh yeah, they don't mention it 'cause ONE there is no stinkin handbook, and TWO, noone would have kids if they knew all the hideous truths.
All I have to say is, it's a good thing I love them so freaking much it hurts, AND that they're so utterly adorable. It makes these "tough" times just a little more bareable.
And with that said.....get thee hence you stupid, hideous, brutal beast of sick! I'm DONE with you!
Ready or not.
12 hours ago