Cripes

I have been saying this a lot lately. It is better that what I would like to say. So I go "Ah, cripes!" and then M says, "Why you say cripes, Mom?" I most especially say it on days like yesterday when almost everything went wrong. Okay, that isn't true. It could have been worse...

Miles got a fever and started coughing like crazy. My newborn-mommy-mind immediately thinks: "RSV?", "pertussis?", "flu? no, M got a flu shot", then "ahhhhhhhh! I don't want E to get sick and possibly hospitalized!" I called and made a doctor's appointment.

Then my breast pump stopped working on one side. I cried in frustration. We went to the pediatrician (E weighs almost 10 pounds! M got antibiotics and a guess that he does NOT have RSV.). We took the pump back to the store and exchanged it. E slept the whole time driving home, did not get a fever, and ate well while at the doctor's office. This was the silver lining part of the day. Then the poop hit the fan.

M coughed so hard while we were going to pick up R that he threw up all over himself and the carseat and started bawling. So I turned around and drove home, put him in the tub and proceeded to spend the next few hours bleaching everything, doing several loads of laundry, taking everyones temperatures, and generally freaking out about germs.

Today is better. Thank goodness for Azithromycin, mother-in-laws, naps, pleasant children in spite of being ill, Jell-o, more bleach, orange-flavored vitamin C, "Wall-E" and "Robots" on DVD, a baby that sleeps/eats well, breathing exercises, and really nice weather.