As I mentioned before, Middle was horribly ill at the beginning of this week with croup and a scarily high fever (103.7). Hubby took him to the Dr. on Tuesday and he was prescribed a 3 day dosage of prednisolone. And was quickly on the mend.
Whelp, yesterday it was Baby's turn, with the exact same symptoms--a barking seal cough and a fever. He was in our bed with us last night from 4am on. Sounding really wheezy with skin hot to the touch. (Uh, needless to say, I slept the entire train ride into work this morning. Who needs a laptop when you're sleep-deprived?) Baby's dr. appointment was at 3:45 today. By the time Hubby took him, his fever was 104.1. (Keep in mind that I got this frightful news, while at work, at my new job, on just my 5th day. Can you say freak out?) Anyway, the pediatrician dosed him with Tylenol right away and now he's taking prenisolone for the next 3 days.
Oh yeah, and not to mention, this week the weather in Boston has been brutal. It hurts to be outside. We went from high 30's/low 40's all November to freeze your
But wait! There's more. My train was late my very first two days of work. On Tuesday morning, we had no brake pressure (wtf?), so were at a standstill on the tracks for 30 minutes. Fun times.
I'm a "the glass is half empty" type of gal, so I keep waiting for the next drama to unfold. Stay tuned, because you know there will be more to come.
I have to add, though, that I am truly liking the new jobby-job. Once I become accustomed to the lingo, the documents and the system, I'm hopeful that my career will thrive. So that's at least the bright spot in all this.
Otherwise, I think I'd be curled in the fetal position, moaning, while rocking back and forth and sucking my thumb.