It has been quite a ride. We have been in a tornado of sick and tired.
It all began two weeks ago with Reagan. On Sunday night she went down hard. It was like she hit a wall. Totally fine one minute. The next, she was down on the couch. Both kids had just returned from a weekend trip to North Carolina with their grandparents. So I attributed it to exhaustion, and I decided to keep both kids home and resting on Monday.
On Monday night, Stu and I talked about how it struck us as odd that Reagan had been spending so much time just laying on the couch. Usually she is cartwheeling, handstanding, backbending all over the place ALL THE TIME. Something was clearly up. The next day, we sent Riley to school and took Reagan to the doctor.
It turned out her ear needed to be drained. This was the first time we've ever experienced such a procedure. Let me tell you, it is utterly disgusting. I nearly threw up when the nurse showed me what they got out of Rea's ear. YUCK!
She was a completely different person when we left the office. Cue the flips and at-home gymnastics!
And we made it the rest of the week without incident.
Then it was Riley's turn. He came home Monday with a fever. Awesome. Not high. But enough to keep him home on Tuesday. The fever went away sometime on Tuesday. But I had to keep him home on Wednesday - you know, "24 hours fever free". Blah. Blah.
Wednesday was also the day both kids were heading to the doc for their well check ups. These appointments had been scheduled for about a month.
It seemed like all was well. We had medicine refilled... just the regular asthma medications and EpiPens. Everyone appeared to be in excellent working order. Riley's fluke fever was attributed to a cold.
I kid you not, the very next day Reagan said "Ugh, I don't feel so well." This announcement came right before bedtime. She stated that her chest felt tight and she just wasn't feeling herself. She wasn't wheezing, and she had been acting quite normal up to this point. I honestly figured she was trying to get out of going to school the next day. She had no fever. And because her brother and I both have asthma, she knows that "my chest feels tight" gives me great concern.
As she did not appear to be in any respiratory distress, I sent her to bed.
Thursday morning, she cried saying she didn't want to go to school. She wasn't feeling well. But she still didn't have a fever, so I insisted. Then she told me about a science test she had that day. It was a reasonable culprit for the complaints. I helped her relax and not stress so much. And dropped both kids off to school.
When I picked them up, she almost fell asleep in the car on the way home.
Uh-oh. That's not a good sign.
I asked about her day. She said she aced her science test and went to the clinic to lie down for a little bit. She told me she didn't have a fever in the clinic and she told them not to call. But as she was telling me this, I noticed her cheeks were so rosy. I touched her head. My magic hands told me all I needed to know.
Crap. A fever. A solid, legit fever.
I called work and let them know I would be home (yet again) with a sick child.
Now I am starting to feel like that time in 2014 when both kids were terribly ill and BOTH had to be hospitalized for different reasons. And another flashback of 2016 when Riley battled the flu, then gave it to Reagan who ended up in the hospital with pneumonia.
Please God, let's not repeat those. The even years do not seem to treat us kindly.
My oldest child, Reagan, is 11 and my son Riley is 9. Baby 3 should arrive in January 2019. Everyday is a crazy day in the life of the Stus!