We're emerging from the goo, the ick, the whatever you want to call it.
I hate, hate, hate upper respiratory bugs with a passion.
At least the house is (Clorox-ed within an inch of its' life) clean. And the laundry (previously beset with germy goo) is done. Like empty baskets, done. This should be worthy of trumpets and public service announcements, parades, and...of course...chocolate.
Did I mention I have a love/hate relationship with the Children's Emergency room? I mean, I love that they are there. But I really would like to go a season without seeing those lovely people. Josiah had what I thought was the croup. He sounded awful, but it was all good. And then all of the sudden, Thursday night, he turned. Just like a certain daddy of his. The most unholy sounds coming out of a four and a half month old. Needless to say, I got myself to the ER right away. They met me at the double doors and took him into trauma (he sounded that bad!)- usually you have to sign in, fill out paper work, you know, the red tape parade. Not this time. Straight back. The nurses and doctors were reacting quickly. We were beyond suprised when his SpO2 levels came back at 96%. We all sort of sat back and went "oh!" and me, I was thanking the Lord that everything was "fine", for the moment, because when Daddy sounds like that, his oxygen saturation levels are usually bottoming out in the low 20s! A couple of x-rays, monitors, and the whole kit and caboodle later, they really think that he did not, in fact, have croup, but did, it appears, have the same sort of nasty (rare) asthma that his daddy does. I confirm that diagnosis- the symptoms are too eerily similar (and scary). I am thankful that he is okay, but yet bummed that he is going to have to deal with this for the rest of his life. The diagnosis, thankfully, isn't going to be a huge change for us, since we already deal with Daddy's asthma on a daily basis- the line for the nebulizer is just going to get a bit longer.
Father Tim (of Mitford fame) says that he is quite convinced that Paul's thorn was diabetes. I beg to differ. At least for our family, it is plain to see that our thorn is definitely upper respiratory viruses coupled with constrictive asthma. ~grins~ I was able to finish the series (again) while holding and rocking and nursing and administering treatments...
David had another(!) double ear infection in the goo of last week. It seems like every time we all get the crud, his goes straight to his ears. We're definitely going to have to look deeper into that after the new year- his pediatrician has mentioned putting tubes in- and I am praying we can find a more natural solution.
Me? I'm popping Emergen-C and praying that the Lord keeps me hale and hearty. I always seem to crash after everyone gets better- I'd like to avoid the whole process all together this time!
I figure, a good nap and some hot chocolate (made with goat's milk, of course) and I'll be alright.
I won't even think about all the Christmas stuff left undone- Isaiah's birthday is Thursday- and just smile and admire our (partially-denuded) tree.
Be back soon! (I hope.)