Saturday, January 23, 2010
I should never have been such a smug asshole about how my little breast fed babies were never sick because this winter they have been sick sick sicky sick and sick some more.
Right now? This guy?
Has received his second clinical diagnosis of swine flu from the same after-hours, urgent care PA-C. He is going on day #3 of a 102+ degree fever. (His pediatrician, who told us NOT t take the Tamiflu that urgent care sent us home with, said it's definitely a virus-- duh-- but he doesn't know if it's the flu, but it could be despite 2 swine flu vaccines and a seasonal flu shot. He elected not to swab Jack, so we'll likely not know for sure anyway. Also, Tamiflu: is it something you have to pay for? Because our urgent care clinic just hands it out for free like candy that probably won't make you better but will likely make you vomit-- normal or not normal?)
Harry is currently enjoying his second double ear infection of the season (third of his life), and he puked amoxicillin all over the living room just a few minutes ago. We went to bed at 11 and were woken up by Harry at 12:45. He remained wide awake for 4 hours, complaining intermittently of ear pain, but we thought he was just being a pain in the ass because he took a 2 hour couch nap, and he told today's urgent care PA-C that his parents weren't very nice to him in the middle of the night. (Ben blamed me for the couch nap and elected me Prime Minister of Harryland last night while he and Jack slept in our bed until after 8) (Jack until 9:30, actually).
Now that I have changed my puked on clothes and scrubbed the floor on my hands and knees, I am off to cajole Harry into trying those meds again, which should surely be an easy sell, right? Right? RIGHT??