Hypochondriac

We all know I'm a hypochondriac, but apparently that only applies to my own health and not to my children. Ry came down with a fever last week, started Thursday morning at about 3:45 a.m. and got as high as 104 degrees. At this point, if you know me, you'd have thought I would have called the paramedics or rushed Ry to Primary Children's Hospital. However, I kept my cool and told Christy to wait it out. By the next Monday she still hadn't kicked the fever and my neighbor had come by and scared the crap out of Christy telling her, "Sounds like H1N1 (Swine Flu) to me." So we made an appt. for the doctor the next day.

To be honest with you Ry looked like the healthiest "sick" child in the waiting room. Running around and chattering just like always, but by the time we made it to the room she looked horrible. Turns out both her ears are infected and she has pneumonia. Christy's crying because "we're bad moms" for not taking her in. Lovely.

The doctor decided to start Ry on 2 antibiotics, one for her ears, and one for her lungs. The doctor warned us this may cause diarrhea and advised us to start Ry on Acidopholous to help lessen the blow. This is where the picture comes in. Antibiotics are working great but diarrhea has hit, and hit hard. This is a pic of Ry after I found her in the closet crying this morning. I tried to pick her up since I thought she had peed her pants (we're currently in the process of potty training). I totally spaced it and her put her in "big girl panties" totally forgetting the warning from the pediatrician. Not a pretty scene so tubby time it was.

7 more days of antibiotics to look forward to. Yeah!