When it rains…
Last week started off pretty yucky. We brought Annabelle to the doctor for her vaccinations and a weight check. We left with a Nebulizer for Bronchitis. Brandon also started feeling sick again – he’s been sick since Christmas and already did a round of Amoxicillin – so he hasn’t been his normal self. I’m starting to worry a little about him…
Then, on Wednesday, I started feeling a bit run down. By Thursday, I was feeling pretty awful. On Friday… well Friday I was a mess. I was achy, my head was pounding, my nose both runny and stuffy, and my breasts hurt. My left breast hurt so bad I would scream if I accidentally touched it. My Mommy friends said maybe I had mastitis. I thought I was just achy from being sick. I don’t know how I did it, but I drove to school at 6 am so I could prepare lesson plans for the afternoon. I knew I was going to have to see a doctor. I don’t really recall driving home from school around lunchtime because everything hurt so bad. I was now sure I had the flu… I got home and tried to nap, but I was shivering and in so much pain that I just laid on the couch like a zombie. When I stood up to go to the doctor I felt like I had the worst hangover, combined with the after effects of being knocked in the head with a brick.
After waiting an hour to get a diagnosis, the doctor told me I had Mastitis and sinusitis. My 102 fever was from the infection in my breast and the reason for my loopiness. My headache was from the infection in my sinuses. Before heading into bed for the weekend, I ran to the pharmacy to get some powerful antibiotics.
On Sunday I finally felt a little better. Annabelle, however, had been running a low grade fever all weekend and was NOT her normal happy self. The vaccinations did a number on her and her wheezing returned. Plus, every time the Tylenol or Motrin wore off, she went crazy. We kept her hydrated and regulated as best as we could.
Last night she came to bed with us. At 3 am, she woke me up by standing on top of me shouting, “DADA!” She continued to shout and point and babble nonsense. “MAMA. DADA. Ba (bunny).” She was crawling all over me, yelling, trying to get to Mcmuffin at the end of the bed, when Brandon decided to take her to her room to rock her. Soon I heard the pitter patter of her feet in the hallway and her little shouts. Then I heard Brandon ask,”What’s wrong Annabelle?” He brought her into the room and said he was worried. She was shivering.
I felt her head and immediately knew her fever had returned. After discovering her temp was only 100, I brought her back to bed to nurse her to sleep. She relaxed for a bit, but was soon touching my face and picking her head up to look around the room like she was hearing something. Suddenly she sat up and vomited all over me. She continued to vomit all over her bunny, the bed, and herself. Babies throwing up is the WORST thing in the world. They are so scared and so helpless. We stripped her to clean her off and I felt her little body was burning up. I checked her temperature – 103.6.
I never went back to sleep. Her and I sat awake watching Disney Jr. until my alarm went off at 5:15am so I could get ready for work. Then Brandon took over until his Dad came to get her.
It’s been months since I have run on such little sleep. I wasn’t able to rest all weekend with a sick baby, sick self, and an unhealthy hubby. I’m tired – cranky – my boob aches – and I just wanna cry. I keep telling myself – things aren’t THAT bad – but our little family needs to catch a break!
I would love for you all to send me some big sunshine-y rays today – or smiles – or hugs – or maybe some extra hours of sleep.
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