On Saturday evening, right before dinner, the 6 year old, Jeigh, threw a shoe up in the air (???). What goes up, must come down. On her face. A nice big bruise immediately began to form on her left cheek. Ouch!
Not five minutes later, I lifted the baby of the bunch, Cee, from the tub and began to dry her off. As I did she began to wheeze and cough that croupy, barky cough.
What the--?! Ten minutes before I had put a perfectly healthy two year old in the tub and pulled out a toddler with croup? Is that even possible?!
So within a half hour time period, all three of my girls were crying or bleeding or both. What is going on here?
Fortunately, the bloody nose dried up, and the bump is gone leaving behind a nice little shiner, but the croup remains. And I know it's croup because I took Cee to the doctor today. Fever, coughing, crying with pain, complaining of everything hurting, no sleep. I could take all that, but that heavy, labored breathing was freaking me out. Even if it was a "waste" of twenty dollars for a co-pay, I needed to make sure she was okay. Which she is. It's just one of those darn "wait it out" things.
You know you're a mom of multiple children (I would even boldly say three or more children) when you can't remember just which of your children had what in the past.
The doctor asked me if Cee had had croup before.
Uhhh???
I can remember when Elle had it. But that's only because it was our first bout with croup ever. It was Thanksgiving night. I rushed her to the ER in Arizona convinced she was dying. I left the ER at 3 in the morning and as I drove home I saw lines of Black Friday shoppers waiting outside of all the department stores. And I miscarried the next day. Black Friday. It was pretty memorable.
I know we've had several episodes of croup and Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease and penicillin allergic reactions and dairy anaphylactic reactions and pneumonia and roseola and staph infection and H1N1 and rounds of diarrhea and snotty noses and gastric bugs and sleepless nights and loads of laundry and jugs of Gatorade and pots of chicken noodle soup before and since then.
I just can't for the life of me remember who and when. I blame it on all the sleepless nights.
Sheesh! My kids' immune systems are going to be made of titanium by the time they reach adolescence.
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So sorry for you - hope everyone gets back to feeling better soon! My two babies had RSV last month and our dr said the two month old was on the border and he would gladly put him in the hospital. I acted brave and said I could handle it. After several sleepless nights of sitting up with him being terrified he'd choke himself with coughing or stop breathing altogether, I wondered if I should've taken him up on his offer! Such is life with little ones! I can relate to your list of illnesses and not remembering who or when! Just think of the great experience and wisdom we'll have under our belts...ha ha!
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