Sick, Sick, Sick

Since Sunday, we’ve had a horrible run of sickness in our house. It started last week with a little bit of runny noses, and then Vivienne developed a sporadic cough on Saturday. On Sunday night, she was up in the middle of the night with a fever, just wanting to be rocked and held and snuggled.

Monday morning, full-blown illness for Vivienne, with sad, sick eyes and all. Nora was feeling a little under the weather but still wanted to go to school so we sent her. Vivienne stayed at home with me and I took her to the doctor, where she was diagnosed with an ear infection. And by the time Nora got home that night, she was DOWN FOR THE COUNT. I guess she was falling asleep on the floor at Mary’s at around 4:00, and then fell asleep in the car again with Michael on the way home. Nora had a fever as well.

I thought we just had a little bout of sickness on our hands, but four days into it—with the kids home ALL WEEK now—it’s pretty intense! This is more than just a little cold, I fear. We were back at the pediatrician with BOTH of them last night. After almost two hours in the office consisting of breathing treatments, raging ear infections for Viv, new antibiotics, and swab tests for RSV and influenza (still waiting on results), we were on our way back home to tuck the two sickies into bed for the night.

It has been exhausting. I don’t think we’ve ever seen them this sick, and the fact that they’re both like this at the same time makes it a little extra miserable. Last night, Nora was crying and whimpering in her sleep and we felt so helpless. It’s a chorus of hacking coughing in our house and sometimes, all I can do is look at Michael and laugh a little. Because although it is NOT funny, there’s just nothing else to do at this point.

This morning, we are MAYBE turning a corner? At least for Viv. I’m afraid to be too hopeful, since I thought this same thing at first yesterday but then we went back down the slippery slope of fever and horrible coughing and excessive tiredness.

Michael and I have been trading off, in and out of work all week. I’m falling behind and it’s frustrating but all I want is to be home with my babies.

Needless to say, I am practically bathing in essential oils, just praying that Michael and I somehow escape the umbrella of plague that has come over our house. Fingers crossed.