These poor kids are running us ragged. Calgon, take me away! (Do they still make Calgon? Did I just totally out myself as an old lady?)
Braden's been sick since Saturday. Both he & Ruby were feeling low on Saturday - in fact, Braden voluntarily asked to take a nap. He hasn't taken a nap in
years. He's been running a fever ever since then. It's been a ton of Tylenol & Motrin - and a lot of restless nights for him.
The kicker? Yesterday, Brian helped Braden put on clean pajamas and noticed he was covered in petechiae. Those damn little red spots that can mean low platelets - why, WHY are my children trying to freak me out with those little red dots?? Ruby had them
in November, and now Braden.
Ironically, Karly never had them - and she was at risk for them when her platelets were dangerously low.
Anyway, we had to take him in to the doctor's today, so they could do bloodwork (and a strep test and a pee-in-a-cup test). His bloodwork and other tests are fine, and so far it just looks like a viral infection - which has to run its course (and, run its course very slowly, it seems).
I spent this morning taking Karly to the dentist, and the afternoon with Braden at the pediatrician's office. Yesterday, Ruby was feeling low & clingy - so Brian had to work with her hanging on him like a little koala bear AND take care of sickly Braden, because I had to go on a field trip after school with Karly.
All I want is ONE WEEK without any doctor appointments, antibiotics, or Tylenol. For any of us. Is that too much to ask?
And do you think the panic of "The Big C" will ever go away, or will I be led to believe my children have cancer every.single.time. they are sick? (Those damn dots!) Maybe I'm extra crazy already - but you know what? We've lost a daughter. We've had a daughter with cancer - and STILL - I know we're not immune to tragedy just because. It's still a scary world out there.