Sickness has ransacked our house this week. It started with Audrey and spread to Allie, as viruses often do. All the fevers, rashes and vomiting has me longing for the day that they are running around the house making messes. I hate to see my kiddos sick. Now that Audrey is 2 1/2, I'm a little more laid back than I was when she was a baby--but when Allie got a 102.6 fever last night, my anxieties came back a little. Audrey's never got above 101 this time around. Fever isn't a bad thing, but my mind is programmed to think so after our situation with Audrey as a newborn.
It seems the bath helped Allie's fever this morning as she was spitting out all her medicine (sigh) and then vomiting up when she didn't spit out. All part of the job, I guess. I do find it interesting that guys don't seem nearly as fazed with their kids being sick as women do. I think it's a mom thing. Although Jeremy did buy Audrey a puppy (stuffed) when he made a Pedialyte run the other day. When we were rearranging her room yesterday she told me that was the puppy daddy bought her so she would feel better. His name is Jacks.
We've only been to the doctor once this week, but I've called that office at least a dozen times with questions, even made a few after hours phone calls. When we did go see Dr. Emm he applauded me on the interesting rashes my girls had that day. I replied, "I do what I can to make your job interesting!" He laughed and said he was going to start taking pictures of my kids' rashes and write a book! Allie had hives the day we took Audrey in to see about her all over rash/fever/illness. At that point we didn't know if it was an allergic reaction or the same virus. Time always tells.
Here's hoping the fresh air from our windows ushers out this sickness so we can keep our plans for the 4th of July!