Not quite sure what qualifies as "sicker than a dog" or how one measures a dog's sickness but I am for sure my two little boys are sicker. They are pathetic, lethargic and down right dreadful looking. Somehow out of no where a simple normal cold has turned quickly and viciously into influenza, the flu, the real respiratory flu.
After a weekend of sky high fevers, 104 degrees, and very little sleep I called the doctor yesterday. As a child I used to get scary high fevers and still tend to shoot well past 100 if sick so as a mom I generally don't panic when the thermometer keeps going. However when Tylenol wasn't helping and it was consistently high I decided to check with the doctor. For some reason I worry more about Pacey, maybe it's because he's small for his age or because he can't verbalize as well as his big brother but his limb body had me alarmed.
I packed them up, trudged into the doctor, put on my fake smile as the medical student fumbled around just stalling for their doctor to be ready and then witnessing my baby terrified during a chest x-ray. Due to my pregnancy I couldn't be in the room and oh was that bad, two nurses had to hold him down and in the end both boys were scared and crying. After it all we were sent home with "they both have influenza, they will be miserable for 7-10 days, keep doing what you are doing" oh and "this is very dangerous for you being pregnant, try and wash your hands frequently, drink plenty of fluids and get lots of rest". Are you kidding me??? My littles don't want anyone but me, they are coughing all up in my face and I have their snot in my hair.
As another day full of whining, coughing, fevers and germs has started I am armed with my Lysol. In my mind spraying everything, and I mean everything, with Lysol, opening the windows a few times during the day, boiling toothbrushes and nuks, consuming numerous vitamins and stepping outside to breath in fresh air will help.
Last night was not filled with sleep instead both boys were on top of me coughing and I felt claustrophobic, not just hot and bothered but legitimately claustrophobic. Like if I don't escape I am going to throw up, their coughs were making me queasy and the snot just disgusting. Normally I don't get like but I think the combination of a tiny baby doing flips in my belly and two others pulling, needing their mama made me a bit crazy. As I've learned from two colicky babies though, everything is better when morning comes. If you can make it to see daylight you can get through. So we will get through, I am thankful for the meal friends brought last night, thankful this can't last forever and really thankful daddy has Thursday and Friday off!