She lives

Not much time at the moment, but I figured I should post in here before December was over. Seems like the time is flying by!!

I did indeed forget to take the camera to Tennessee, so I have to finish the roll of disposable camera film before we get to see how those pics came out. ;)

And I now have a yellow and orange dining room. Soon to have a green living room.

Pictures

Random pictures from the last few days.



First, we have Francesca making the face we get if I ask if she wants to nurse. She runs at me like that full speed.

Next is Adia and Francesca at the mall. :) They're sitting in one of the cool kid-size arm chairs.

Adia wearing the most stylish hat this season. (Big girl panties, of course.)

"Driving" the firetruck at the mall. (No quarters required, because it's terrifying if it's not sitting still.)

Francesca "eats" yogurt. Mmmm! Want some?

She saw an Adia-sized girl riding on this (with quarters) and demanded to be put up there. Still wasn't turning it on. She had already been traumatized enough by my carrying her up to Santa. (Not sitting on his lap - just looking at him was enough!)

Hopefully I'll get some good pictures at Thanksgiving. That reminds me, I need to dump the camera so I'll have space to save them! :)

Oh, and we were at the mall yesterday after Adia's checkup. She got the all-clear, so we were free to get my sunglasses fixed before the big drive. She's still on the Pulmicort for three weeks, but we're weaning her off of the Xopenex. Fingers crossed that she stays healthy!

All Aboard!

So, I think my thyroid is taking the express train to hell. In the last 24 hours, my milk has come in again (seriously -- Francesca is pooping like a newborn too.) I've gotten jittery again. Insomnia has kicked in. I cannot stop eating. If I do, I get nauseated. My brain is flying at a million miles an hour. I get randomly paranoid. I'm irritable as all heck.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Thanksgiving is going to be so fun!

D'oh

I guess I fell behind in checking the recalls, because I found a toy we have on it:

Both the little caterpillar trowel and garden rake

Luckily, I don't think the kids have really chewed on them. I'll take them back to Target anyway.

Updating on the sick kiddos, Adia seems to be feeling a lot better. She goes back to the doctor tomorrow. Francesca spent Saturday night puking on me (did I mention that already?) and she is a bit snotty today. She's also been doing the constant pooping thing again. (Although just now it was newbornish... I'm not sure she's had more than a few bites of solid food over the last few days.)

Lunchtime and she's up from nap!

2 steps forward, 1 step back

I may have spoken too soon about Adia feeling better. By dinnertime, she was getting pretty winded playing. Now she's in bed and coughing. :( Poor girl.

Ugghhhhhh

The child illness law of proportion states that as the sick child starts to regain their health and energy, the parents will get sick with whatever made the child sick in the first place.

Mmmm.. headache, exhaustion, cough, and runny nose. And a snotty Francesca. And an Adia who feels better enough to fuss and fight sleep, but still snotty and coughing (well, she was before she got her AM treatment.)

Poor sick girl :(

Today involved a surprise trip to Fredericksburg! And now we won't be going to the local LLL meeting tomorrow or Fredericksburg's LLL meeting Thursday.

Last month we all had a nasty cold. All four of us were miserable, snotty, coughing, and exhausted. Three of us have gotten over the miserable, snotty, and coughing parts. Adia hadn't really gotten over more than the snotty and some of the miserable. She has been exhausted, pale, and coughing since then, although the coughing has mostly been at night and first thing in the morning. She's been getting winded fairly easily too.

Yeah, the obviousness of what was happening went right by me. We started giving her vitamins over the weekend assuming it was her iron. Duh. Not so much. I realized last night after a 20min coughing fit that she was having an asthma flare-up. Charles and I dragged out the nebulizer and steroids at 10:30 last night and gave her a quick treatment, and she coughed exactly twice after that. (I stayed awake until after midnight. Coffee at 3pm is a bad plan.) I called the pediatrician's office at 9 this morning (note: although the message says they open at 8:45, that really means 9:15) and eventually got her an appointment at 10:15. Which I was late for. Which was okay, because they lost our chart temporarily. I was biting my nails, because I was afraid they were going to think we were neglectful for waiting so long. (She wasn't doing any wheezing that could be heard without a stethoscope, though, and that's our usual clue.)

I described what had been going on to the NP (who was amused to note the history of seeing us for the same thing every Nov/Dec) and she agreed with me. Adia had the beginnings of bronchitis. We did a Xopenex treatment in the office so she could double-check it wasn't pneumonia. Luckily, it wasn't. We're home with an official diagnosis of seasonal asthma and:

Azithromycin (1x day, 5 days)
Claritin (1x day)
Xopenex (every 6hrs while awake)
Pulmicort (1x day, at bedtime, 4 weeks)

I'm glad she'll be off the antibiotics for Thanksgiving, although I'm not thrilled by the idea of travelling with the nebby (again.)

I'm doubly glad we caught it early this time, so she's not completely and utterly miserable. Or hospitalized. Her mood has already improved after three nebby treatments and one dose of antibiotics. She even fought bedtime, and it's been awhile since she did that. ;)

She did fantastically at the doctor's office, by the way. No tears, and she inhaled and exhaled just like the NP asked. :) Maybe all of those visits to the ER and various doctors this summer set her a good example? :P