That's us. Santa brought the plague right down our chimney for Christmas this year.
Christmas Eve--what was that, like a week ago now? Two weeks?--Blue did absolutely nothing but lay on the couch and stare into space. That night Jonathan and I were repeating, "I will not get sick I will not get sick I will not get sick" frantically under our breath.
Christmas morning, we looked at each other, at our glassy, watery eyes and our flushed faces, at the identical grimaces of pain whenever we swallowed, and we knew we were doomed. We were definitely getting sick.
And did I mention the Lion was sick? Well, the Lion was sick, too. And of course the pediatrician was closed until the 26th. So on the 26th we made appointments for the babies in the morning and then we also made appointments for ourselves for the afternoon.
Blue was just so whiny and miserable, and Jonathan and I both had awful sore throats and raging fevers while we clutched our crying children in the waiting room for what seemed like hours. And then the result: the babies did not have strep, they had viruses. Nothing to do but watch them slowly suffer it out. Tylenol, plenty of rest, lots of fluid, bye-bye and come again!
So Jonathan and I cancelled our afternoon appointments, figuring we had viruses too and so we were all pretty much screwed. Jonathan took off the entire week and he seemed to be feeling a bit better than I was, so the bulk of caring for crying, snotty, runny-bottomed babies fell to him, poor man.
Finally, on Friday, I said to him, "I feel worse every day, not better. I know it's probably a waste of money, but I'm going to the doctor." And since it was a 3 day weekend approaching, I went as soon as they could squeeze me in. And it turns out I have a sinus infection and an ear infection, if you can believe it.
So I came home and looked at Blue and Lion who were also not looking like they felt any better than I did, and who the hell gets an ear infection at the age of 31?! So, we bundled the babies into the car and headed back to the pediatrician. My Blue also has an ear infection and the Lion has 2 very bad ear infections.
Five doctors' appointments, three prescriptions, and countless bottles of Tylenol, Advil, Nyquil, and Vicks Vaporub later and we're still all miserable. And broke.
But enough whining. How was your holiday? At least we have (so far) managed to survive the new experience of all 4 of us being ill at the same time without too much crying or shouting.
Happy New Year. My resolution? To take my vitamins and drink lots of OJ. No, seriously, it's to be healthier (i.e. lose weight) and to be less catty. Happy New Year, Everyone! And to all a Good Night.