I was supposed to be gone all weekend. I was headed to an adoption conference with two of my dear friends. I have been looking forward to it with great excitement. We were to leave on Thursday night.
On Wednesday, Q started running a fever. By Thursday, I knew I would have to take him to the doctor. Turns out he has an ear infection. We got an antibiotic and headed home to snuggle.
Also, Huckleberry got hit by a car. We think he got clipped in the face and rolled. He had a trip to the vet where they sedated him and determined that his jaw was broken. He was given meds and sent home to recover with special feeding instructions. We love big 'ol gentle Huck. We are so glad he is okay!
I knew I just couldn't leave little Q and go to the conference. Those of you parents know that antibiotics often lead to diarrhea. I could just picture EJ trying to take care of an injured dog while cleaning up nasty baby poo poos and trying to chase all three boys. It just didn't feel right to leave.
Turns out it is a very good thing I didn't go. By late Thursday afternoon I was in a bad way. A crazy sickness came over me in an instant. I had chills, aches, runny nose, sore throat and a fever. I felt like I couldn't lift my head from my pillow.
Pop and Grammy helped me with the cowboys until EJ could get home that evening.
Friday was spent just being sick. EJ kept the boys busy so I could rest. He did have to run to town a couple of times and it was all I could do to take care of the boys.
The thing that freaked me out more than anything was the fever. I have read that fever in early pregnancy can be a bad thing. EJ called Dr. K's office. Nurse T told EJ that the fever was more dangerous to the babies than Tylenol. So we kept the Tylenol going and prayed the babies would hang tough through it all.
My mother-in-law had been checking on us that day and wanted to keep the big boys for us for the night. We asked the boys if they wanted to go and of course they said yes.
Saturday Q woke up with a rash all over his body and I was still miserable. We went to immediate care. Q was seen right away. He is allergic to the antibiotic he was given. They prescribed him a new one and told us to give him some benadryl. I waited another hour and forty-five minutes to be seen. The Dr. looked me over and said it was probably a virus. He told me to take Tylenol. I asked him if he would consider just cutting my head off. He didn't seem to think I was funny.
When we called to check on the big boys, my in-laws informed us that Bubba woke up with a fever and had vomited that morning. Poor guy! They said he seemed to be doing better and was watching sports on TV with his Papa. We were headed to pick them up and go home. My mother-in-law insisted that we go on home and let them keep the boys another night. I was in no place to argue. I could hardly function. EJ had his hands full with me and Q.
We came home and I slept and slept. When I woke up I asked EJ to go get the big boys. I was missing them. He called to check on them and they were having a good time and looking forward to staying another night. I didn't want to upset them.
When I woke up this morning I finally felt human again. Certainly nowhere near 100% but better.
This afternoon, EJ and Q went to pick up the big brothers. I was so happy when they made it home. We pulled out the hide-a-bed so we could all cuddle up and watch a movie. Pitiful aren't we?
(I looked at EJ after he took this photo and said, "Do you realize I am snuggled up with our 5 children right now?")
I cannot thank EJ enough for taking good care of us. I am also thankful for EJ's folks for keeping the big boys for us. I find it difficult to accept help but there are times when you just don't have a choice. I am so glad for family that steps in and saves the day when I need them.
(Just a side note: Pop and Grammy are currently taking care of other grand kids so they were not available. I know you are wondering why the boys didn't just go downstairs...don't worry inquiring minds...I've got your back)