Thursday, July 4, 2013

Snot, Tears,and Rubber Gloves

It's been a week of snot and tears in the Mummy Hearts household. Both babies have bronchialitis, Seb worse than Lolly.

Baby 1 in a Nurofen induced coma

Seb even had a late night visit to the hospital, because the poor kid was struggling to breathe, throwing up his bottles, running a high temp, and was just generally miserable.

Baby 2 in a Nurofen supported playtime.
He drifted off to sleep 2 minutes later
Lolly is a nightmare when she's sick. Her routine tantrums and screaming have become so frequent it's eerie when the house is quiet - kind of like being in the middle of a cyclone and waiting for it to start again.

I took both babies for a visit to the doctor earlier in the week, and made sure Seb went first. Lolly is inclined to be aggressive suspicious of anyone not me strangers so I try to let her watch Seb go through the motions so she doesn't bite off the doctors finger when he tries to look in her mouth.

You can imagine how thrilled I was when my normally feral, sick little toddler proudly whipped up her top so that the doctor could listen to her chest. You could have heard crickets chirping though when a sad, sorry, half deflated, originally inflated rubber glove fell from her tummy.

It would have been nice if there was an explanation to offer the doctor for apparently pinching the surgery resources while he was out of the room, but I had nothing.

It turns out one of the lovely pediatric doctors on call at the Emergency ward had used it as a distraction for Seb while he was giving him a checkup. And Lolly had since claimed it as her own and decided that her tummy was the safest place for it to be.

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