We are so excited for spring, and really want to take the plastic off of our windows, get some fresh air in our apartment (blow away all of the germs that have been hanging around). Every time we think of pulling it down this is what happens. And no this is not the same day, same storm... it has been doing this about every 2-3 days for a couple of weeks.
We had all been looking forward to Daddy's Spring Break and were so very, very excited to get out of the house and spend some time together. Sasha had the flu the week before spring break, Braden had a cold (that was begining to sound suspiciously like another bout of bronchitis-lucky for all of us we were wrong).
Brit decided that if he worked the first half of the week we would all be healthy enough to get out and enjoy some time together the second half of the week...
As Sasha got over her bout with the flu Braden kept getting worse, then Mommy decided that she would join in the fun, yippee - what was I thinking? and get a different bout of the flu than Sasha had had. So as I thought I was getting better Sasha got it again, and she got it bad the second time around. Thank you Brit for letting me get out to Women's Conference for a few hours. I found Brit with the carpet cleaner in one hand and a towel in the other when I got home, Sasha had been throwing up all morning, it continued for 4-5days (or more, I can't remember now, it is all blurring together). That was the end of Spring Break for Brit, back to classes for him, and home with some sick kids for me.
On Monday we took Sasha in to the doctor, but there really wasn't anything that they could do. She wasn't dehydrated (to the point of needing an IV), that is what the nurse was worried about when we had called.
The next morning we woke up to Braden's eye covered in goop, and he was rather cranky. He had his 6 month "well baby" check-up, Sasha was still throwing up so she got to go in as well, again not much that they could do for her, just let them know if nothing changed. I have to thank them, the sweet nurse called the next day to see how things were going, and had me call if things weren't any better by the next day.
So Braden's diagnosis... pink eye? where did that come from? a whopper of an ear infection, no wonder he has been having a hard time sleeping, the Dr thought that his cough sounded like bronchitis for sure... his lungs were... totally clear!!! yea one bit of good news, we'll take what we can get. So home we went with antibiotics, and some ear numbing drops. Needles to say he started throwing up after we got home, both kids had fevers... Can you tell how much fun we had. Thankfully the ear drops were helping him sleep a little better, and in turn Brit and I got a bit more sleep.
We had a light at the end of the tunnel though. We were feeling oh so lucky with Brit going to a Catholic Law School we had Good Friday and Easter Monday... a 4 day weekend, that way we could make up for an oh so exciting previous week. I came down with a little bit of a cold, it was to be expected. The kids still had residual runny noses from the weeks prior. Really it wasn't much of a cold, so we'll be fine rite? Friday Sasha was still trying to recover from her second bout with the flu, no throwing up for a couple of days, we thought that we could try out her music class (make-up from the missed Monday) she made it about 15 min and was too tired to do much other than have mom or DAD (can you guess who she wanted) hold her. Saturday we did get some errands in, but nothing that we had been hoping for.
Sunday I still didn't have my voice completely, but really wanted to sing in the choir, we had been working really hard on those songs, and I was so excited to sing. Some of our great friends watched Sasha and Braden through Sacrament so both Brit and I could sing. Everything was going great until the last 10 min, I wasn't feeling well, so as soon as the choir finished our number, I took off down the hall. I was attempting to get to the bathroom/drinking fountain, next thing I know I'm laying on the ground and I have several people around me. I couldn't figure it out, I ate breakfast, I'd been drinking, I can't figure out why I passed out. One of the counselors in our bishopric is a doctor, my friend that saw me drop ran into sacrament and grabbed him, they had me lay down until my color started coming back and then took me to a couch. I was shaking for awhile, so people got me water, Jelly Bellies (plenty of those around since it was Easter) and someone found some Swiss cheese. When we came home Brit let me lay down after we got the kids down for their naps while he took care of getting the egg hunt together (pictures in another post). That was a fluke rite tomorrow we can head out for some fun, no instead I've been "flat" on the couch since. Today I'm finally feeling a bit better, I sound horrible, and don't have a voice, but I'll take that any day.
Poor Brit he rarely gets sick, he usually makes it through unscathed, this time caught something Sunday night/Monday morning. His throat it sooo sore, but we are thankful that it is only red, that there are no white spots (we are keeping a close eye on him though. Thanks for taking such great care of us babe!
I am so lucky to have a great husband who has been up many late nights with Sasha so I can get a couple of extra winks between Braden's wakings.
I'm finally trying some jell-o
maybe this will stay down
here is what I have been looking like quite frequently
I was sooooo hungry, and soooo tired,
I just can't keep anything down to regain my energy
here I am again, sleeping most of the day,
absolutely anywhere, I don't feel very good
This wasn't intended as a "gripe fest", or "poor-picked-on-us" post, (it is part of life as a parent), just thought that you might understand why if we explained. Thank you Mom and Dad for taking care of us when we had times like this. Especially thank you for taking such great care of us when you weren't doing well yourself. I have a whole new appreciation of what it can take.
HAPPY EASTER!!!
To those that we were planning on getting together with over spring break -
sorry we didn't call, we didn't want to get you sick.
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