Sick Days

On Tuesday, I went into the doctor to get treatment for a sinus infection. The doctor was so nice and kind and gave me all sorts of medication to help me feel better, including an antibiotic. But he told me that I MUST stop taking my nosespray. I was devastated (since it does work and helps every time) but determined to follow his advice. The rest of the day, I felt like a crack addict going through withdrawals. My nose was horrible and stuffy and I wanted relief SO bad...but I was obedient. (I probably wouldn't have been if it weren't for Andrew's insistence.) So now I can officially say that I am not addicted to nosepray! All the other medications are finally working and, as of this morning, I feel better than I've felt in months. Stupid allergies.

Unfortunately, Eva came down with a bad cold and a fever on Tuesday. Runny noses are the WORST with her, because she hates more than anything to be manhandled, a.k.a. have her nose wiped. We tried that evening to suction her nose and she got so mad that she made herself throw up. She also has this strange diaper rash--actually, it's more like a blister. It looks like a burn and it's about an inch long and a quarter inch wide, and it's just on one spot. It's a mystery, but because of it she refuses to cooperate for diaper changes. We need a table with straps and a head vice to be able to help her, I swear. Giving her medicine is also a challenge and our now sticky bedroom pretty much permanently smells like Motrin.

So for the last 3 days, we have had sick days at our house. That entails:

Eva watching Signing Time and Baby Einstein several times a day,

a diet consisting solely of several bottles of milk and a handful of dry Cheerios (and helping Henry the frog dance around on the plate of Cheerios) eaten on the floor, as she also refuses to sit in her high chair,

walking around nakey to help air out her diaper wound while playing with her brand new toy Mrs. Potato Head,

and trying desperately to find entertainment without going to the pool or the library, where she may contaminate other children.

Here's to hoping that her sickness will pass, her nose will return to its normal unrunny self, and we can get a full night's sleep once again. Sick days are the worst.