On Monday, we realized that our 3.5-year-old had strep. He wasn't too bad, but he was mildly complaining of a sore throat and had a fever, and when Ben looked, sure enough. Beginnings of Strep. Ben can write scripts now, but he JUST started in the ER, and we really like our family doctor who is right around the corner, so at Ben's suggestion, I took Jack in to see Dr. C.
sore throat. check.
no runny nose or coughing. check.
red, swollen puss-filled throat. check.
Yup. strep throat.
He gave us a script for Zithromax and we were out the door in a total of 30 minutes. (told you I love this dr ofc.) One dose that night, another the next day, and Jack was already back to his normal crazy self. Since Ben had the day off and we had heard about this awesome lake/water park, we foolishly took off for the day. (Note: I said foolishly...) He was fine. We had sooo much fun. We stayed through naptime. The boys fell asleep in the car on the way home. GREAT family day.
Until they both woke up and were HOLY terrors the rest of the afternoon. Seriously. Like spawn of Satan bad. We didn't know what was going on. There were a lot of punishments doled out and Jackson was sent to bed early. And then Jackson WOULD NOT go to sleep or stay in his bed, just whining about this and that and making excuses, which he does frequently. At midnight, Ben pulled him in our bed so at least we all might get some sleep, and I went to sleep on the couch downstairs. (Dad, Mom, Mom's pregnant belly, Mom's body pillow and squirmy Jackson do NOT work in our antique full size bed.)
At 4am, Ben came downstairs with Jackson. He said, "We are horrible parents! He has been complaining that his hands are hurting and I blew him off and told him to go to sleep. He has puss-filled blisters all over his hands." And he did. On his hands. On his feet. On his face around his mouth. (Okay, now we aren't total idiots. He didn't have these blisters when he went to bed, but during the night, in the dark, they developed.) So allergic reaction ot the Zithromax? Looks that way.
Day 3: Today (Wed) I woke up, ready to call the doctor to ask if we could switch meds when I noticed Sam was awfully lethargic and whiny himself. My hyperactive 2-yr-old fell asleep in the living room recliner. MUST be sick. When I checked on him, he was burning up. 102 fever.
So I called the doc, relayed info about Jack, and made an appt for Sam for this afternoon. Meanwhile, Ben's 2 days off are now over, and back to work he goes from 3pm today till 1am tomorrow, then he'll sleep at the hospital and get up for lecture from 7-11, come home and sleep most of the day tomorrow, study for his Step III which is on Tuesday of next week, and go back to work from 11pm till 9 am Friday, and I'm sure come home and sleep all day Friday, too. (Silver lining: then he doesn't have to work - minus that pesky Step III on Tues - for a COMPLETE week, AND starting in August he works 7-5 M-F. It's ok to be jealous! lol) So I'm on my own for now. Not new.
Fast forward to 30 minutes before our appt and Sam is puking his guts out. Sam has such a bad vomit reflex, that if ANYTHING could possibly make him throw up, it will. And he did. again. and again. and again. And then AGAIN when we got to the doctor office. (It had been a while and I thought he was done.) Now I'm frantically trying to wave down the MIA front desk clerk for a bucket or something, and she quickly buzzed us back and we barely made it to a sink in a room. So we see Dr C and he switches Jack's meds to Amoxicillin and gives us a cream for his hands and feet, but since Sam is puking, he doesn't want to prescribe oral antibiotics for the Strep, so Sam got to have dual shots in the butt. Great. In the car on the way, I swore there were to be no shots today. This has been a fear for both boys since Sam's 2-year-old check-up last month. I am now competing for the world's suckiest mom. (Like my invented word? Appropriate, no?)
So Sam was so upset about the shots and straining against the nurses and me holding him down, that when they administered the shots to him, he had diarrhea. Like when his pants were still pulled down. All over his clothes, the bed, etc. Got that cleaned up, and got them both home, still trying to figure out my game plan for picking up Jackson's scripts.
*The scripts are being faxed over to Wal-mart.
*I was in a hurry to leave the dr ofc and distracted by a very upset Sam. I didn't think to have them faxed to a drive though pharmacy so I didn't have to get the boys out of the car.
*Sam is still randomly throwing up and having diarrhea and NOT a happy camper.
*Taking him INTO Wal-mart to the pharmacy is not an option.
*I am by myself.
*Sam only took an hour nap when he fell asleep in the recliner this morning. He is VERY tired.
*His fever is still hovering around 102 since he threw up the last dose of Tylenol I gave him.
*We are out of Motrin, so I need to also get some of that.
*Meanwhile, Jackson's blistered hands are so sore that he can't clench his fist.
* I am so emotionally drained that I needed to come home for a minute to regroup. Plus last time it took Wal-mart 2 hours to fill our prescription.
*Did I mention I am by myself? Like for the next three days? And nights?
*This is the point where if you don't have a close relationship with God, you get one.
And that is where I am at. To be continued...