She Hijacked Our New Year’s

I thought it totally fitting when we got home from the doctor’s office this morning and I opened up my January 2018 issue of ‘Real Simple’ to see the article titled, Your Sick Day Survival Guide.

Somehow it knew.

Bless it all y’all. I picked the kids up Friday from daycare and she had a fever. 102ish. Saturday she got down to 99 most of the day…but by night she was back up to around 103. Andrew called the doctor, who told us to bring her in this morning.

I was the second person to walk in…  Sometimes I feel like we’ve become regulars since 2013. They know us all by name…

There was another little fella waiting with his daddy that had the same symptoms Eliza Jane did. I hope the outcome for him was different.

We went through the routine of weight check {where she stomped her feet, and screamed “No! No! No!”}. This girl…she has no clue of what weight checks will be in her future, all 35 current pounds of her.

We got into the room and they took her temp that I think he said 98.1, which was totally not right because when I got her back home, she was 101.9…

Anyway, sweet Doc checked her ears, which didn’t go well for the pint-sized spit-fire. She screamed and flopped like a fish out of water. After removing a small ball of wax from each ear, Doc confirmed a slight infection in the right ear. Then said, “I think we should do a flu test, just to be able to rule that out.”

Sadly, we didn’t rule it out. It ruled us.

Once again, she thrashed her head {why does she do this?!}. But the sweet girl in the lab got what she needed to be able to tell us that Eliza Jane has the flu, type A.

Back in the Doctor’s office, he tells me all the things he is going to prescribe, for both flu and the ear infection…and that sweet Eliza Jane needs to “be quarantined as much as possible”.

That.will.never.happen.

Then, when I told him about the other two kids in the house {why the quarantine will never happen}, he said if anyone got a fever to call them and then everyone would get Tamiflu. My fingers are crossed on this, but I’m also not a Pollyanna.

 

Meanwhile, to today/tonight being New Year’s Eve. The kids asked all day for us to have a party. In thinking we wouldn’t be able to do something so great for and with them, I tried to think of something fun we could do tonight to celebrate New Year’s.

While at Publix this afternoon I grabbed a few minor fireworks and a bottle of Sparkling Grape Juice. I was hoping to make them feel special, that we could have a party, even if a bunch of people weren’t at our home. I mean Andrew and I may not be the most fun people on the planet…but we know how to throw a great party.

After supper, and Emory went to bed {he was rather cranky this evening}, we bundled up and went outside to light up our fireworks.

Now? All the kids are in bed asleep. Daddy and I are working on our laptops, watching Rockin’ New Year’s Eve…and yes, we’ll be asleep when that beautiful crystal ball drops!

Happy 2018 Friends! I hope your new year is everything you hope it to be!