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Well here we are! Back at it! Trying to get back to normal. To update you Lily is doing much better! Her platelet numbers kept going up and we were sent home no need to see a hematologist. Now just to keep an eagle eye out just in case some of the symptoms recur. When we left the hospital I was slightly afraid we should not have because she was complaining of a headache. We got out to the car and I lift her to strap her in and BAM! She vomited directly down my shirt. So I left her throw up in the parking lot, yea I know, gross. But what was I going to do? I strap her in when she is done and commence stripping in the parking lot hiding behind my passenger door as my husband decides now is a fun time to tell me I should do a little dance while I am half naked in the cold parking lot. I take off my shirt and realize I still feel wet? Oh. Its in my bra. At this point, even my husband who has the mind of a 15 year old most days, is turned off. So we go home and baby her headache and take her back the next day for a follow up and all is good! Kids are scary! It is absolutely the most terrifying thing I have ever done! To have tiny lives in your hands every day. Man. It is the most exhausting, rewarding, terrifying, happy, sad, chaotic mess I have ever been this pleased to be in. I am so lucky for her to have gotten better. And a huge thank you to everyone who called, texted, commented, prayed, thought or whatever it is you did! Anyway see you soon! Same mom time, Same mom channel!
Well the last 24 hours has been hellacious. Lets start with yesterday at 5am. My two year old has a fever. She had a fever the night before so no big deal. I thought "Hey she probably has the flu because her sister had it last week." So I drop my big girl off at school ask my husband to please help me take both the littles to the doctor because they are both clingy little monkeys. Thank god he said yes. We make it to the doctor and wait. They give her tylenol after they check her temp to treat her fever. We finally get back to a room and the nurse checks her out and they swab her for the flu and let us know it takes 15 minutes to get back. Well I decide to give her one more look over because she had previously had a swollen lymph node in her armpit and I wanted to make sure it hadnt come back and caused the fever. Well I lift up her shirt and under her arm looks like several hickies. So when the doctor comes in she says no flu and I show her the rash like thing under her arm. Sound the alarm bells. It is called petechiae. And they think she has something called ITP (a bunch of long words I can not pronounce) so they send her to the hospital to have a blood test done. She does NOT like that at all. Her sister is really good with doctors and tough. She is not. And I don't blame her. She screamed "Take it out, Take it out!" The entire time they were drawing her blood while I held her down. Talk about feeling like a terrible, horrible person. Well I go by to see my mom at work to tell her what is going on and the doctor calls and says her blood platelet levels are low we need to take her to the emergency room that they have already called ahead they know she is coming. We get into the ER and see the doctor and they call her pediatrician and they admit her to the hospital. So we come up to the peds ward and get put in a room and she is definitely already ready to go home. Now we add more blood work and an IV on top of that and we are all sad pandas. Her Papa felt so sorry for her "Robot arm" they call it (they have boarded her arm with the IV so she doesn't tear it out) that he bought her a huge Minnie Mouse. And Grandma bought her a doctor baby doll which sings. Thank god for that. BUT while I have to be here overnight my youngest (7 months) is not allowed to stay. He is completely breastfed and has never successfully used a bottle. Luckily I have an amazing sister in law who took him for me and I pumped for her before she left. So I feel like I am in a situation that is totally terrible. I have to leave one baby and my other baby is sick. Luckily my big girl went to her dads this weekend so she isnt feeling left out or scared. Now I sit in this hospital bed dreading when the nurse comes back to draw more blood, Hopefully her platelet count will be up and we can go home later. Otherwise Ill be here another night. Le Sign. Motherhood is hard. Ladies it takes a village for sure.
Well, this last week has been... a week. Lets start with Friday shall we? Holy cow. Friday. Well my oldest was up and down all night with a fever and sore throat so my immediate thought is strep right? I know I'm in for a day with these 3 now. So I say "Honey, can you please call into work I didn't get enough sleep to keep up with all 3 of these kids in the doctors office, and pay the bills, and go to the craft store, and the grocery store by ;myself." So my loving husband attempts, yes I said attempts, to call into work. To which his boss replies that she has no one to cover his classroom. So he leaves me and says "Sorry, I have to go." So, I angrily switch to super mom mode, dress all the children and myself, change two diapers, let all the dogs outside (there are 3!) and start packing the diaper bag to take the kids to the doctors office. I pull in about 10 minutes before the office opens and go ahead and wrap all the kids in blankets and stand outside the door, because there is already a line! When we finally get in I sign my oldest in and let them know she has had a fever. They call us back within a few minutes to the back lobby to check her temperature which I am positive is a fever. 98 degrees. No fever. So we wait. We finally get back to a room after 2 year old has spent the last 20 minutes loudly proclaiming every color that is on the mural on the wall and my 7 month old that weighs only 3 pounds less than my two year old has broken my arm in half. Mind you I only weigh just over a hundred pounds and I am 4'9'' so this 18 pound baby kills me. When we get into the room they swab Ivy for strep like I thought and we wait. The doctor comes in and says "No, strep" and checks her out and decides, she may have a fever maybe we should check again. 101.5 Welp I am not crazy atleast. So now they swab for the flu, more waiting. My phone rings, My two year old currently has it, so I retrieve MY PHONE to which her automatic response is to scream bloody murder and kick me in the shin, Yes you read that right its like some 1950s black and white comedy where the kid kicks the bad guy in the shin. Finally the doctor comes back. Positive, The flu. Well I still have things to do. So load them all back up, head to the craft store. Put 2 of the children in a shopping cart and wear the smallest child and start my rounds to find my supplies. The toddler then decides she is ready for karma and proceeds to try and climb out the shopping cart and I am not fast enough to catch her. Luckily her older sister caught her leg before she hit the ground and slowed down her fall. Now we have to fill out accident report paper work and finish my shopping. We drive the shopping cart to the car and I remove the two year old to put her in her carseat and bam! The entire shopping cart falls over and the seven year old falls out and scraps her leg on the curb! I swear with 3 children someone is always crying. Always. Fast forward through the chaos that is the grocery store, dinner, bathtime, bedtime. Get up the next day and we have to go back to the grocery store for a forgotten item, we also have to travel to my parents house to help get things ready for a large family gathering for thanksgiving, and attend a going away party for a friend moving to Canada. ( I know busy girl right?) Well before we leave I give Ivy some tamiflu because I think it may help her. Apparently liquid tamiflu is disgusting, fast forward to walking out of the grocery store about 40 minutes later. Buckling kids into the car to head to my parents house. Bam! The oldest is throwing up in the backseat. And TA DA no baby wipes in the diaper bag. Luckily my husband was kind enough to go back inside and buy some. Fast forward again to this morning. My alarm does not go off. So we miss the school bus, the toddler does not want to get dressed and one of the dogs has a vet appointment at 9am. So rush rush rush, start dinner in the crock pot, wrestle the kids into the car, drag the dog out the front door as she pees everywhere because she is afraid to go out the front door (only god knows why) and by the time I get everyone in the car and get everything cleaned up I realized....my keys are missing. I check everywhere. By this point I am in tears and call and reschedule the vet visit for later in the afternoon and take everyone back inside. Not 5 minutes later. Found the keys. Reload the kids, take Ivy to school, go to town, pay the mortgage, come home and clean.....and the story goes on. Have any of you ladies or gentleman had a week like this? I am so sure you have. I could use some love though. For sure. Send me your stories of Super Mom moments and I will feature you in my blog! I know there have to be more of you out there. It cant just be my horrid luck can it?
NI am a 30 year old stay at home mom of 3 who has breastfed all of my children. With my first I always used a cover in public, None of which were up to par because they were too hot and too heavy. I know how it feels to want privacy but not want to feel like you are hiding your baby away under thick heavy covers. So I invented a solution to all of these problems! The Original Breastfeeding Veil!