Monday, April 25, 2011

I will punch this virus in the face for messing with my babies

It's been an insane few days for the Behrs. As I described in my last post, Juliette was sick on Friday and I was beginning to feel ill Saturday night. It did not end there.

Easter Sunday I woke up feeling sicker than I have in year. Couldn't even hold the baby. Couldn't walk across the room. Kyle came home and took me to urgent care. One strep test, twelve blood pressures, one IV, two blood draws and one chest x-ray later and they decided I had pneumonia. That's all great and everything but I am allergic to the only medicine that can cure pneumonia and is compatible with breastfeeding and in order to get better I would have to GIVE UP BREASTFEEDING. Juliette is NOT having that. I must be open for business 24/7 and no stupid bottle will do. Poor little Pet.

They decided to have the specialist look at my x-ray tomorrow and would call me and give me the verdict by noon.

My mom and sister came up to help me with the girls and I made more work for them by sweating so badly with my fever that they had to wash all of my sheets and pillow cases. Awesome.

10:30, phone rings, AWESOME NEWS. No pneumonia. Juliette is thrilled. I'm starting to turn a corner when Miss Madeleine wakes up from her nap burning up. 103 fever. Here we go again. I spent the whole day snuggling Madeleine, getting thrown up on, nursing Juliette (did I mention I have a breast infection too?) and thanking Jesus that Kyle has the next two days off. All of the Behr women are sick and Kyle has his hands full. Of course, this confusion won't even compare to how the world will end if Scaredy McThinkshehaseverything gets this too.

The worst part about this is by far watching my babies suffer. Getting sick was one thing back when I didn't have kids. It stunk but I got to sit on the couch and eat Ben and Jerry's and just relax. Now when I get sick my first thoughts are, how will this effect my kids? Will they get it? How bad will it be? What can I do to prevent it?

And then when they are sick it's, Why don't I have four arms so I can hold them both at the same time? Do they understand that I am trying to make it all better? What can I do to make it all better?

Tonight Juliette is stuffy and congested, Madeleine is feverish and pukey, and here I am on the road to recovery. Doesn't seem fair. I would much rather be sick than them.

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