The Queen's Rambles

You have never seen a mother celebrate a child’s fever the way I was celebrating Erik’s fever last night. Doesn’t that sound so wrong?

He was laying on the couch a few minutes before his bedtime, begging to go to bed. That set off the alarm bells. I felt him and he was pretty hot.

I’m hoping that means Miss Elsa just had a little virus too and yesterday’s fiasco was just over-protective paranoia. But if I have the over-protective paranoia, so did the doctor. We both said we hoped it was nothing but we needed to treat it as if it was something.

Erik is just fine today and Elsa seems to be feeling much better as well. We will still go to our appointment with the infectious disease doctor on Wednesday. Our doctor was very clear: do not miss that appointment no matter what. Even if Elsa seems to be better, you never know with Lyme. They may sign her up for some long term studies or something. It can only be good to have contact with them (it is through Children’s National hospital.

We don’t want anything to happen to this sweet baby:

I need to learn how to have better fine motor skills so I can figure out how to do something with that hair.

By the way, I want you to know that I am now offering a weather and labor service. If you need the therometer to stay below 80 or you need to go into labor, just let me know. We’ll schedule a splash park playdate and one or the other will be guaranteed to happen. Or someone will die, or someone will need an emergency medical appointment, or several of these things will happen at once.

Seriously.

I’ve had EIGHT splash park playdates scheduled this year with various friends and groups. EIGHT. All of the above have happened, causing the date to be cancelled. Yesterday it didn’t hit 80 and Elsa had an emergency ped visit, but I said “GOSH DARNIT WE ARE GOING.” So we went. And it was cold. And Elsa was cranky. And I felt like the worst mother in the world.

But they had fun for about an hour before it all came crashing down.

I would have liked to get a better picture, but the girl unexpectedly ran into the giant water maze so I had to pass the camera off to my friend who wasn’t getting wet (she has a newborn. See above: labor.) I was pretty shocked that the maze didn’t scare her. Even Erik didn’t like it when he was her age until he got used to it. She is much more of a water baby than he ever was, but she doesn’t get nearly as many chances to go swimming. I am too scared to take both of them to the pool by myself (not that we have a handy pool–we could pay to go to the community pool, but it is not like when we lived in our apartment with the pool at the foot of our stairs).