Are we having fun yet?

Sorry for the absence but it's been a bit of a nightmare at my house.

Got a call from daycare on Friday that Tater had a fever of 101.6.....not good. He was crying and shaking and wanted him mommy or daddy. Frantic phone calls ensued to locate the hubby who was MIA. Done with work for the day but without his cell phone. A brain explosion caused him to leave it at home. Finally found him 30 minutes later AFTER daycare called back and said Tater's fever was 103.8.....fear. That's what I felt. Fear compounded by worry and guilt that I was not already there. Doctor wanted to see him so hubby picked him up and off they went.

One finger prick, one nose tickle (flu test) and one throat culture later and we knew....nothing. Doctor thought it was strep but the test results aren't due in until Monday. Hmm, great. What do we do now? Doctor says go ahead and treat for strep since that's what her gut says.

Lovely.

So we made him a nice "sick" bed on the couch and let him snuggle up there until he passed out. I ended up sleeping on the floor in the living room with him on the couch....not fun. Hardwood does not a comfortable bed make.

Saturday was not bad. I juggled trying to keep the kids far enough apart so that Sweet Tater doesn't get this mess. Thomas was acting fine, no major complaints but you could tell he just didn't feel well. A realtively decent day until just after bedtime. He woke up sweating badly (great! Fever is broken) and clawing at his throat. Refused to drink anything, take any medicine, suck on a popsicle or even a lollipop...that's some serious pain if he refuses candy. Sent DH out for throat spray after a frantic call to the doctor's answering service. Of course, that's some nasty mess so you know it was an act of God that he took more than 1 swallow.

Another night on the floor beside him because he was so restless I was afraid he'd wake up and start crying which would wake up the baby. Not very conducive to sleeping but then, neither is getting up every 3 hours to administer medicine to a 4 year old who screams like a banshee when his throat hurts. Which, incidentally it did EVERY time he woke up. Wonderful.

Sunday was another subdued day spent watching every Bob The Builder DVD we had while trying to keep him quiet and away from his sister. I made a mad dash for sanity in the form of grocery shopping and returned with two new Bob dvd's so I was an instant hero until he realized I didn't come home with the requested green Power Ranger. Sigh. Can I take a nap now? Bury my head in the sand? Something?

By Sunday evening it appeared that he was on the mend....or rather, that the antibiotics he cried about having to take had done their job and kicked the virus out. Good. Whew! Now, to get ready for the next day...the dreaded Monday.

While I was gathering up Emmalyn's supplies for the daycare, DH announces he's not feeling very well. Probably just tired. I didn't pay much attention to him because he never gets sick. Boy was I wrong.

I was woken up by DH about 4 am...he was writhing and moaning and shivering so much that I thought he was in labor and delivering a litter of puppies. He swore he was burning up with fever and about to die. Well, I felt his forehead and he was fine. By the time I got up about 5:45 am, he was determined he was going to die and that I should plan the funeral. Again, I didn't pay much attention to him but instead started to check on Tater.

Tater popped up out of bed and informed me he wanted cereal, a biscuit and pancakes for breakfast. No fever, said his throat didn't hurt and repeated his breakfast demands. Ok. So he was good to go back to daycare with his sister. Now to get them both together and piled up into the car so that I'm not TOTALLY late to work. Thomas didn't like that idea until Daddy told him that he had to help mommy with Sweet Tater. That I didn't know what to do in the mornings since I don't take them anymore. That seemed to molify him for a bit.

Tater spent Monday at daycare as did the Sweet Tater. No problems at all.

DH on the other hand, didn't need a funeral but did go to the doctor. No help there. He didn't have the flu, didn't have strep but did have something really nasty. Thanks for the obvious, can we get the co-pay back? He's still hanging on today and feeling a bit better.

Tater's test results finally came back today (Tuesday) and it wasn't strep. No idea what it was/is but keep going with the antibiotics. I guess I'll go fill those antibiotic prescriptions now for DH...wonder if I can get one for me without getting this mess? I'm not feeling 100% and I know my body is fighting something. I'm determined that I won't get sick.

So that's why I haven't been blogging. Not that I don't have topics....lots of good ideas coming up. I'm still going to post about smoke breaks....so keep watching.