Its been quite the week for our family. We've been sick. Really, really sick. I am still really, really sick.
James started to feel bad on the Monday after Easter. I took him to the doctor that day only to discover that he had a virus. Now that's all well and good, but I'm the kind of mom that likes to throw antibiotics at everything. Kill the germs! But with a virus you have no choice but to wait it out. James did okay the rest of Monday, but still had a fever on Tuesday morning.
After much debate, and maybe some loud verbalization on my part (I swear, I don't really scream that much, but it just seems like it on this here blog...) I took Logan to daycare and stayed home with James. Tuesday was just a bad day for either Adam or I to stay home. Adam had training for his Leadership Development Program at work and I had a job interview/tons of work at my real job. But kids always get sick on days when we need them to be well, Murphy's law?
After a day of rest on Tuesday, James was feeling better. My interview was rescheduled for Wednesday morning, so it wasn't a total wash. On a side note, I am definitely not taking the job if its offered. I would have to commute (I am so spoiled working less than 5 minutes from home), pay for parking, and wouldn't be able to telework. Its a slight raise, but when I did the math, parking and extra gas would even things out. But its always good to practice interview skills.
James was very whiny the rest of the week, Rhonda even called me to ask if it was alright to give him Motrin on Wednesday morning.
Then Adam started to cough. And Logan started to cough little, pathetic baby coughs. And of course, I started to cough. Big, hacking coughs that rattle your whole body. Add in congestion, runny nose, and a fever for me and you have one sick momma.
Saturday night, Logan woke up to eat (thank you 4 month growth spurt, this kid has been eating nonstop for the last 4 days) and I could tell something was off. But my boy wanted to eat, so he ate. Then Logan refused to go back to sleep. He was not having it. So downstairs we went, where I took my temperature. It was almost 104. Well no wonder I was so hot and no wonder the baby didn't want me to hold him. I was making him hot. So after two hours of unsuccessfully trying to put him to bed, I called for reinforcements. When I woke Adam for help, I think I said, "He's been up for two hours and I have a 104 degree fever, please help". So I told Adam he'd eaten 6 ounces, had a diaper change, and was not happy. Logan then screamed for awhile and finally went to bed.
Adam let me sleep in until almost 9 AM on Sunday, fairly unheard of around our house. And I tried to rest as much as possible. That's pretty much a joke with two youngsters, but I tried. I woke up this morning and still have a fever, but I am at work. I am still coughing a lot and pretty much feel like crap, but am hoping to feel better soon. This truly has been the virus from hell!