Seriously--why can't we ever deal with just one crisis at a time? It seems like every time the shit starts hitting the fan around here that we just get more and more thrown at us.
When we got home last night PS wasn't feeling well. Her head and eyes hurt, her tummy felt swimmy, and she had a fever. In my almost 9 years as a mom I have learned tummy problems = viral and there usually isn't much that can be done. Besides it was 6:00 on a Friday night. So I did my best to make her comfortable and let her rest.
This morning I knew she needed to see a doc. I haven't seen her this sick in a long time. Of course, I had barbri this morning and we are down to one car. DH and the girls dropped me at barbri and took PS to the doc. I called during my first break and found that PS was being given IV fluids for dehydration. At that moment I felt like the Bad Mommy of the Year. What kind of mom goes to class when her baby is getting a giant needle stuck in her arm? I tried to argue with myself logically. I needed to attend this lecture because it was material that I have never had before. Besides, Daddy was there, and to my kids Dad is really just as good as mom. And DH has missed tons of medical procedures that I have attended. And I am a modern career woman and it is just as appropriate to allow Dad to deal with this kind of thing as me. Aren't I prepetuating a 1950's sterotype by thinking that moms should be the ones to deal with medical stuff and dads are incapable? That is insulting to both DH and me. But I still felt like I should have been there.
So the doc decided she has an enterovirus, which is a precursor to viral meningitis. The only way to tell if it is meningitis is to do a spinal tap, and he (and we) did not want to go there at this point. And she's highly contagious. This is especially bad because SS (aka pneumonia-girl) catches everything and tends to not be able to shake things off easily.
Oh yes, and I made a non-refundable hotel reservation (just had to save that 10%) for my interview with NMBC DA's office next week. (Because it is a gov't position and they aren't actually going to pay for me to come to them.) We decided to take the whole family so they could decided if they could live in that city. I don't need a hotel if it is just me--I could make the drive there and back in one day. Arggghh.
Fortunately, by this evening PS has perked up enough to watch Harry Potter and eat a bit. Now if we can just keep the rest of us from getting it.
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OMG, what a nightmare! And of course you felt like you should have been there, but I'm sure your husband did a great job. Hopefully this won't develop into full-fledged meningitis. Do they know how she got it? Hopefully one of her classmates isn't spreading it around. :( Good luck!!!
I can only imagine that she picked this up at school, but they finished last Thursday. She is doing much, much better now, so it looks like we nipped it in the bud. And she hasn't even mentioned the fact that I wasn't there, so everything worked out fine with DH handling things.
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