First of all, I’d like to say…
You’re welcome, Minnesota.
I take full credit for Brett and his career high 400 and something passing yards in yesterday’s game. Calling him out on my blog was just the kind of “fire in the belly” motivation he needed.
Yes, I do watch too much ESPN and no, I do not think the world revolves around me. Just football.
So last week we finally discovered something that turns my sweet, giggly, laid back kid into a fussy, whiny, nightmare.
Strep throat.
We have no idea when Pumpkin got strep throat. I think it was sometime early last week based on her decreased appetite and her fussiness. Being that we are awesome parents and had no ability to distinguish between truly-sick-like-with–a-fever-and-contagious-illness baby and fussy-because-she-wouldn’t-take-a-nap baby, we didn’t take her to the doctor until Friday.
By that point, her little nose had been running so much that her cheeks and lips were horribly chapped and raw. You know. Babies sneeze and then they wipe it all over themselves. I catch it when she’s awake but not when she’s sleeping.
She also has a yeast infection on her little bottom. The stomach bug is the gift that keeps on giving.
After the doctor’s visit on Friday, she took a four hour nap. Bless her, she was exhausted. So were Mommy and Daddy. She wasn’t eating well so we were getting up with her every three hours to feed her.
So. Tired.
By yesterday, she seemed to be feeling much better. She played and talked and ate her feet. And inhaled food like we might take it away from her forever.
Miraculously, Chris and I have managed to avoid getting it. So far, at least.
I’m not at all surprised she was so fussy. I’ve had strep throat only twice in my life. Once in elementary school. And then on my honeymoon.
Oh yeah.
How Chris didn’t return me promptly to my parents’ home stating flatly he wanted the model with a minimum bumper to bumper warranty for at least a full week, I don’t know. Seriously. I’m a broken purchase here. Had he known then what he knows now (you know, all the unable to bare his children without medical intervention thing), he would have received no argument when returning me.
Basically, in addition to winning Wife of the Decade for having strep throat on my honeymoon, I am now in the running for Mom of the Year for not having a stinkin’ clue my kiddo was honestly sick.
Thankfully, I am expecting my thank you fruit basket from Brett and the Vikings any minute and that should totally make up for being a complete failure as a wife and mother.
You’re welcome, Minnesota.
I take full credit for Brett and his career high 400 and something passing yards in yesterday’s game. Calling him out on my blog was just the kind of “fire in the belly” motivation he needed.
Yes, I do watch too much ESPN and no, I do not think the world revolves around me. Just football.
So last week we finally discovered something that turns my sweet, giggly, laid back kid into a fussy, whiny, nightmare.
Strep throat.
We have no idea when Pumpkin got strep throat. I think it was sometime early last week based on her decreased appetite and her fussiness. Being that we are awesome parents and had no ability to distinguish between truly-sick-like-with–a-fever-and-contagious-illness baby and fussy-because-she-wouldn’t-take-a-nap baby, we didn’t take her to the doctor until Friday.
By that point, her little nose had been running so much that her cheeks and lips were horribly chapped and raw. You know. Babies sneeze and then they wipe it all over themselves. I catch it when she’s awake but not when she’s sleeping.
She also has a yeast infection on her little bottom. The stomach bug is the gift that keeps on giving.
After the doctor’s visit on Friday, she took a four hour nap. Bless her, she was exhausted. So were Mommy and Daddy. She wasn’t eating well so we were getting up with her every three hours to feed her.
So. Tired.
By yesterday, she seemed to be feeling much better. She played and talked and ate her feet. And inhaled food like we might take it away from her forever.
Miraculously, Chris and I have managed to avoid getting it. So far, at least.
I’m not at all surprised she was so fussy. I’ve had strep throat only twice in my life. Once in elementary school. And then on my honeymoon.
Oh yeah.
How Chris didn’t return me promptly to my parents’ home stating flatly he wanted the model with a minimum bumper to bumper warranty for at least a full week, I don’t know. Seriously. I’m a broken purchase here. Had he known then what he knows now (you know, all the unable to bare his children without medical intervention thing), he would have received no argument when returning me.
Basically, in addition to winning Wife of the Decade for having strep throat on my honeymoon, I am now in the running for Mom of the Year for not having a stinkin’ clue my kiddo was honestly sick.
Thankfully, I am expecting my thank you fruit basket from Brett and the Vikings any minute and that should totally make up for being a complete failure as a wife and mother.
You are too funny! Sorry she is sick. A is sick too! They are pitiful when they are sick!!!
ReplyDeleteYou're just following the E family tradition. I received that award once when M was sick for about a week before we took her to the doctor. We had repeatedly asked if her throat hurt and she had replied in the negative until she finally answered, "Only when I swallow." So much for mother's intuition.
ReplyDeleteDid you know that you can have strep throat with absolutely no throat pain? That was Jonythan! He spiked a fever (and, of course, threw up...is there any good "sick kid" story where they don't throw up??!!) and then complained off and on for 2-3 days that his tummy hurt (along with a low-grade fever). God bless the pediatric nurse who lives next door whose daughter has those exact symptoms when she has strep throat.
ReplyDeleteWho knew??!!!
Well it DID only hurt when I swallowed!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI love that your sense of humor has stayed in tact despite all the whoop-la! You deserve an award for that, too! :-)
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