Monday, April 6, 2009

My Baby, He Don't Talk Sweet

It was a terrible weekend at our house.

For one thing, on Friday morning my mom came over to babysit while I rode my bike in the basement for 30 minutes. Afterward my legs ached all day and I developed a sore throat.

Hmmm. I thought.

Then, on Friday night, I wasn't sleeping. The sore throat was raging.

Darn it! I thought.

On Saturday morning, I looked in there with a flashlight and saw some white spots.


Later, I took myself to the Target Clinic to get a test, and sure enough, it was strep.

Then, I made Shef get a test because even though he has no symptoms, that strep had to come from somewhere. He cried and refused to open his mouth, but finally they got the swab in there.

Positive! I knew it.

On Sunday night, I got some kind of massive stomach attack. I popped a Zantac and lay on the bathroom floor in the fetal position. It subsided eventually.

Meanwhile, Mac was all out of sorts. Crying in the night for long periods of time, even when we held and bounced him. He seems to have developed conjunctivitis. And I'm betting on an ear infection. We'll see the doc in 45 minutes.

It's no wonder the house is a mess.


Tracy P said...

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I seem to have developed an abcess (sp) on my breast. Adam insists on calling it a boyle (again, sp?). Anyway, The doc put me on some medicine that i might have an allergic reaction to. Sophie bumped all evening. Her friend Jason puked all over our kitchen and Ryan is super fussy (maybe the butter cookies I ate lasy night and the 1/8 oz of cheese for lunch today?) It's not as bad as your house, but not great. Oh yeah, and I have to do hot compresses 4 times a day.

LH said...

This doesn't sound good at all. Please stay on the couch as much as possible. Set up camp there with take out and vids. And your boys of course.