Daughter had a bad case of stomach flu on Wed. night. She seemed to have recovered and had nothing more than a runny nose. Then on Friday night a fever showed up. The plan was to keep her fever down and bring her in to the Doctor in the morning. But despite alternating Tylenol and Motrin she fell apart with a high fever and had a one of those fun febrile seizures that son had all the time from age 2 to 3. It was only a wee one (Thank God) and since I had been through it with son it wasn't as panicky. But there was an odd sureal quality to it. It took me a few minutes to realize what was happening.
Husband was still sick as a dog and barely sitting up in bed but I had to leave him with son and take our girl to the ER. I HATE bringing kids to the ER. They always run the same tests; X-Ray, catheter for urine, swabbing nose for RSV, throat for strep and taking blood cultures. It's an endless night of poking for the poor punkin.
Since daughter started throwing up again and they couldn't bring the fever down they kept her overnight for observation. The diagnosis was a killer bad virus. I begged for antibiotics for her because I know my kids. They get sick, 2-3 days later the bacterial infection shows up. Plus husband was home with strep. Sure enough, about 2 hours after they attached an antibiotic to her IV her fever came down and that scary sick look went away.
The night at the hospital wasn't bad. Hinsdale Hospital in Illinois has a wonderful set up for kids. Really friendly and warm and cut off from the rest of the hospital. We had a lovely night nurse but our day nurse was odd. She would say "Oh I could get you a sippy cup" or "I could get you a clean gown" and then we would never see her again. At one point I wanted to say "Oh I could give you a $100" and then walk away.
I was a pain in the ass about getting her IV removed the day after. But in my defense trying to keep an almost 2 year old still in a bed once they are feeling better is like wrestling a greased up watermelon. I kept trying to get all jazzed about whatever freaking Disney Channel show was on. "Now did you SEE that crazy mouse? WOW!" But she caught on after awhile. Eventually I pinned her down and sang the ABC's over and over again till she passed out.
When I walked in the door Saturday night having slept in my clothes and covered with dried pee and vomit I could have cried with relief to see husband sitting upright and showered. He's been well enough to take over today. I tried to go out and hang at Borders or rent a movie from Blockbuster but I was just walking around like a zombie so I gave it up and came home.
The good news is everyone is well and safe and home. The bad news is I fell off Atkins since the "I could do that" nurse never showed up with a parent food tray so I ate stacks of graham crackers and apple juice for 18 hours. But I'm back on track tomorrow and going to do something super low key with the kids. Lots of "horizontal parenting" as Oh The Joys would say.