For the past 10 days or so, it's been a bit rough going here in the LB house. At first, Yvie was sick with a cough, a pretty bad cough. Then Kennedy got a cough but also thought it would be fun to come down with a fever. She battled it for four days before we got in to see the doctor, who subsequently diagnosed her with croup. I'd never heard of croup until we had kids, but apparently it's a really bad cough if you're not familiar with it.
Incidentally, we waited through the weekend because most every other time I've taken Kennedy to the doctors with a fever after a day or two, I get the same "take her home, relieve the fever and come back in two days if it hasn't subsided." so it's kind of discouraged me from taking her in.
Anyway, on Wednesday morning, about 12:30 a.m. Yvie woke up hacking up a lung and she felt really warm. I took her temperature and, sure enough, she had a fever, around 102.5 or so. Anyway, no school for her as the fever didn't go down too much in the morning, so we went to the doctors. She tested negative for flu but had some sort of bacterial infection so she got something for the cough and for the infection.
She's fine and at school today. But so far that's about the only thing that has gone normal.
A taste of my manic morning:
3:30 a.m. Wake up to Yvie's loud coughs. In a half daze, drag myself out of bed.
3:40 a.m. Coughing finally subsided. Give her medicine. Help her get into recliner to help coughing subside.
3:50 a.m. Settle down in couch near Yvie. Open laptop. Finish writing story that I didn't complete from the night before.
4:45 a.m. Mrs. LB (who also awoke but went back into bedroom when I went out to couch) is showering off in the distance.
5 a.m. Finish story. File. Catch up on blogs. Find awesome new blog.
5:25 a.m. Say goodbye to Mrs. LB.
5:30 a.m. Say hello to crying Kennedy. Set her up in recliner opposite Yvie because Kennedy doesn't want to be alone in her room.
5:35 a.m. Both girls are asleep. Figure I should join them. Snuggle up in couch. Doze off.
6 a.m. Wake up to dogs' whimpering. Open door. Let them out. Grab pillow and get back in couch. Wonder if I'll be able to sleep.
6:50 a.m. For the second time this morning, awaken to Yvie's coughs. Not nearly as bad. It's light out. Realize it's 6:50. Get out of couch.
7 a.m. Tell Yvie to get dressed. Wonder what to do for breakfast.
7:10 a.m. Do Yvie's hair. Of the three styles I now, I opt for the braid.
7:15 a.m. Give girls their medicine.
7:20 a.m. Give the girls a slice of pumpkin bread for breakfast. Put some yogurt and top it with granola for my own breakfast.
7:30 a.m. Help Yvie pack her backpack. Show her how to open her lunchables package she'll have for lunch.
7:35 a.m. Load girls into truck. Drive to school.
7:42 a.m. Drop Yvie off.
7:55 a.m. Pull into garage. Carry Kennedy into house.
8:15 a.m. Dress Kennedy. Brush her hair out and throw a barrette in to style her hair. It's painfully obvious that Dad did her hair, but her preschool playmates won't know the difference.
8:25 a.m. Debate whether I should go to Yvie's class to volunteer after dropping Kennedy off, go to Panera Bread or back home.
8:30 a.m. Decide against Panera (next Tuesday for sure) and opt for... nothing. Will decide once I drop Kennedy off, though am leaning towards volunteering...