Over the last two weeks, we’ve been laying waaaaay low around these parts. It started with May going through the big D (don’t mean Dallas) and being pretty freakin’ debilitated by it. I took her to the doctor a couple of times *(you wouldn’t believe the advice the nurse practitioner gave me) , and surprise! -she got sicker. We added emesis to the mix. Fantastic! Managing both ends of a that sort of sickness is tough. She. Was. Pitiful. This poor child has never been sicker. Thank goodness I had some Zofran on hand. I feel certain it saved us a trip to the E.R.
Turns out she probably had rotavirus, which brings my frustration full circle since she’s had the vaccine.
We’re through it though. May is eating everything in sight and back to climbing furniture. Can’t keep a good woman down for too long.
Some good stuff:
-Daniel finished the Virginia Bar!
-Belinda (Marcee!) came to see us while she was back in Virginia. As usual, she was a lifesaver while May was sick. You know you’ve got a best friend when you describe the contents of a diaper and actually get a response that isn’t along the lines of, “please never ask me that again.”
As I said, we haven’t done much, but we managed to sneak in a visit LoLo and Nonna’s.
Giving out free gardening advice.
And this afternoon, we went to the playground. May has no interest in the playground itself. She’s just interested in collecting things. Today, it was sticks.
She’s still not 100%, but we’re getting there. I’m beyond thankful she’s better. These smiles were sure hard to come by.
*Back to that advice (pertaining to the dreaded ‘d’) the nurse practitioner gave me. She told me to leave the office and buy May this:
I kid you not. She literally told me to go McDonald’s and order her the fattiest foods on the menu. Things got worse after this. Coincidence?