Chaos

Friday we got home from Stroller Strides and poor Em felt really warm.  I took her temp and it was 102.7.  I wasn' t super worried because she didn't have any other symptoms.  She pretty much had a fever all weekend.  

Snuggling with daddy

Yesterday Em woke up and sounded super congested in her chest.  She still had a fever so we decided to just go ahead and go to urgent care.  The nurse listened to her chest and said oh she sounds fine.  The doctor listened to her chest and thought she sounded rattly (okay, those may not have been his words) and sent us for a chest x-ray.  The radiologist said no pneumonia.  The doctor said he thought she had the start of an ear infection and the start of pneumonia.  He prescribed an antibiotic. 

Last night as we were getting Em ready for bed Paul thought her breathing was very labored.  I agreed that she seemed like she was breathing very fast and very shallow so we headed to the ER.  We got there just after 7pm.  The ER doc (the hospital has an ER for peds...very nice) said Em had croup.  I went to get some vending machine snacks and walking down the hall brought me back to when we used to go there weekly during my pregnancy.  It was like coming home and made me nostalgic.  I miss our MFM and L&D friends.  A little after 8pm Em had a breathing treatment and then later on some meds.  We had to wait 3 hours after the breathing treatment to make sure it worked.  Keep in mind Em goes to bed at 7pm.  It is now after 8pm and she was just given a steroid.  Holy craziness.  She bounced around for awhile and then cried for awhile and finally fell asleep crashed out on top of me.  Thank goodness the room had a tv and we could've even watched a movie (they had a library of movies to use) so I got to see the opening of Shark Week (another blog on my Shark Week thoughts later).  I think we finally got home around midnight and after some fussing Em fell asleep in the big bed with us.  Or should I say on mommy.  

Fussy Em this morning

She cried and cried and cried even though she didn't have a fever (hallelujah) and finally fell asleep on top of me.  It wasn't so bad.  I had peed already, I had a fresh cup of coffee, AND had The Real Housewives of New Jersey on the dvr.  I was set for the long haul.  The dogs were outside and one of them was barking which made me want to rip my ears out a little bit (I thought pet ownership was supposed to be therapeutic?  My dogs barking makes my blood pressure sore!).  Things were going well until Em started coughing. 



Coughing led to vomiting...right down the front of mommy's shirt. Oh...my...gawd! Soooo gross!  Upstairs we went and straight into the shower.  The whole time I was peeling my bra full of vomit off of me and over my head (gag) I was thinking about how my husband was probably at a relaxing lunch at a restaurant at that exact moment in time.  Don't worry.  I texted him. 

After we both got cleaned up and Em got some play time in the McArtor splash pad aka mommy's and daddy's shower, we went back downstairs to watch tv and find something for lunch.  I finally went to let the dogs in.  One dog ran in, another dog ran in, a third dog ran in from the woods after several minutes of me yelling, and the fourth dog ran across the neighbors yard.  What?!?!  We have a fenced in yard and both gates were closed so we either had a breach in the perimeter or our boxer had grown wings and flown over the fence.  I finally got her wrangled back into the house and put the towel across the bottom of the door (we had a mouse that had outsmarted Paul's attempts to catch him.  Unbeknown to me, the mouse had been caught that morning except it wasn't a mouse, it was a mole).  As I was standing up I hit my head on the doorknob.  Really? 

This is the series of texts between me and Paul:

Me: I'm covered in puke.  Enjoy your lunch.

Me:  There is a hole in the fence somewhere.  All dogs recovered.  Feel free to come home early.  Did Em have diaper rash this morning?  It's super bad.

Me:  Also hit my head on the door.  May have a concussion.

Paul:  I love you.

Paul:  What r ur and Emma's shirt sizes?

Em and I ran to get take out from Panera of which she ate 2 bites of bread and 1 noodle from her chicken noodle soup when we got home.  I was up changing her diaper and who shows up but Paul.  Things were calm at that point, but he said  he read my text messages to his co-workers and they made him come home. 



Em finally fell asleep on the living room floor until she started coughing and threw up

Oh hey Jojo

Of course when Em is sick she wants nothing to do with Paul for the most part so his coming home early consisted of all of us watching Goonies while Em napped and played and Paul played on facebook.  He did fix the fence so the dogs could go out (and God bless him cause there is no way I'd be tromping through our wooded property looking for a hole in the fence).  It was nice to have him there especially when Em threw up again.  Vomit is always better shared, don'tcha think?  Why does baby vomit smell so so bad?

After dinner we threw Em in the stroller and went for a walk.  We have a follow up with our pedi tomorrow and hopefully a nice, relaxing day.  haha