Life goes on
I really intended to do my blogging summer camp every day, but things are conspiring against me. I want to tell you about my college days! I was such a different person back then, yet exactly the same. Is that even possible?
Maybe later.
Right now you are getting an Elsa update because I know you are all sitting around wondering just what’s wrong with her this time. Poor baby.
She started puking Saturday night and we had a long, long night of a hot, pukey baby. I didn’t know if I should take her to the ER for meningitis or not, but her symptoms were not what the doctor had described to me. A baby spinal tap is not a good thing at any time, but especially at 3 am. Of course, I would have regretted it forever if I had been wrong. With Erik being sick, it didn’t seem likely. The horse is more likely than the zebra, right?
She’s been feverish since then, so at her well child check today they totally scrapped the well child part and decided to figure out what’s wrong with her. It was a complete nightmare.
First, we had a blood draw at a lab. They should also check for iron, so at least that is out of the way.
Then they swabbed her throat and collected a urine sample. If she continues to be feverish, they want to take a chest x-ray before we leave for our trip.
I thought she was feeling a lot better today. She hasn’t had a fever, so I thought we would have a good night.
But guess what!
She has gas!
Oh my god, does she have gas. I’ve given her plenty of drops, but she keeps rolling around, crying, coughing, farting. I am pretty sure it’s gas. But what if it’s meningitis and the farts aren’t the problem?
Parenting sure is fun.
At least Erik is doing well. He was really unhappy with me because I made him go shopping with me this afternoon, but he got over his dismay and was a pleasant companion. We looked up the weather for Vancouver and realized we are all going to need some clothes for a much cooler climate. I have no idea what size pants to get him, so I took him with me and we found some for him. We went to Kohl’s yesterday to get Elsa some new summer stuff since she has outgrown everything, but they had already switched over to their fall collection. I expected the rest of the stores to be like that, but I had a heck of a time finding any fall appropriate clothes at JCP. They had exactly ONE hoodie thing and it was $50. I don’t think so. We ran to Macy’s and found something a little better.
Why did we have to run? Because I was scheduled to hand out lunches to homeless people.
Other moms had already made the lunches, so there was just one other mom with a two year old and newborn and then me and Erik handing them out. We only gave out 26 lunches in an hour, so we didn’t even need two people but it was nice to have someone there. Twenty-five of the people were just fine. They took their lunch, said thank-you, wished us a nice day and left. There was one guy who stuck around and ate his meal on a bench outside the kitchen. That was fine, of course. But then he came back to the window and wanted another one, which we had been instructed several times not to do. Then he wanted to know the time they were opened on Saturday and Sunday. They aren’t open those days, so I told him. He wanted to argue with me, then he wanted another lunch, then he wanted to know when the hot lunch program at a different church starts back up again. I didn’t have that information, but he kept asking and asking. I was pleasant and friendly, but it was getting a little scary. As soon as he left the little window, we looked at the kitchen door and figured out how to lock ourselves in. He didn’t come back and cause any trouble, but you just never know.
Ok, we need to figure out what we are going to do with this sick baby. I think we are in for another long night. It’s really going to suck. Mike is on vacation this week, at least. Tomorrow he and Erik are supposed to go to Baltimore and have a pirate adventure. I hope he remembers to take some pictures.