Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Well, Funville Just Transitioned into "Oh-Yeah-I'm-Having-a Blastville"

I know better than to utter the words "it can't get much worse." But I can certainly think it.

This morning, 8:45am, I get a call from the doctor's office saying that D's results are still out. I hang up in utter frustration only to discover that Baby J. is looking pale and is burning up. I take his temp (which normally runs 98 or so) and he has a fever of 101. He then proceeds to begin projectile vomiting. I call the dr. back and they tell me to bring him in.

Fast forward to a cramped, freezing cold exam room with a bored-to-tears 6-year old playing with a toy truck (insert sound effects here) "Vrrooooooooooom, vrrrrooommmmmmmmmm..." and a 5-month old wiggling and screaming in my arms. Couple that with the deafening screams from the child in the next room and you've got one stressed mama on your hands.

To sum it up, Baby J. had to have blood drawn (ouch--stick-scream) and a shot of anti-biotic in his thigh (ouchhh-another stick-more screaming). As I was holding him down and asking D. to quit reading "Green Eggs and Ham" outloud at the top of his lungs, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "It can't get much worse," I thought to myself. That's when the door opened and a remorseful-looking nurse with a clipboard walked in and said, "I really don't want to tell you this right now."

My heart sunk.

"D.'s labs just came in and...he has once again tested positive for Shigella."

That was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. I had reached the point of no return as my emotions came flooding forth. I listened as the doctor outlined D's continued treatment including him not being able to return to school. Period. I realized that he would not get to be with his new friends to finish out the year and that he would miss ice cream day and flip flop day and Field Day...the trifecta of happiness in a kindergartener's world.

So, we loaded up our things and headed back to the house (by way of the pharmacy, of course) where I would once again feel trapped with no end to the madness in sight. D. can not be with other kids, cannot go to a park or any other place where he might transfer germs inadvertantly. Baby J. has once again thrown up all over me, had some mild diarrhea and has fever--causing the doctor who just called some alarm that he might, too, have been infected with Shigella.

I am to go back to the dr. tomorrow to get J. another anti-biotic shot and to turn in a sample from him to be cultured.

This, too, shall pass. Of that, I am sure. But, in the midst of all the crazy, it feels like it will go on for a blue forever.

Please feel free to send notes of encouragement to:

Katie, The High Priestess of Crazy
123 Looney Bin Lane
Oh-Yeah-I'm-Having-a-Blastville, Tennessee



Melissa said...

I'm so sorry! I wish I could be there to ease your burden and have our own flip-flop day, and ice cream day and picnics in the foyer. :-(
We'll continue to pray for all of you, and especially that Baby J doesn't have Shigella, too.
Much love and big hugs. ~M

Anonymous said...

Do you take hugs from ("I only know of her through blogging") strangers? Just in case, here you go:


And don't think I'm silly, but I actually got to the end of your post and was looking for a real address. No, I don't think you're that desperate for snail-mail. But yes, I really would send something!

Prayers for all of you!!!!

Cindy-Still His Girl said...

Oh, sweet friend, I am so, so sorry. I wish I could come rescue you and help you out!! I would even expose my kids to your boy just to save your sanity.

Praying for you, for comfort, for health for both boys, for sleep, for good times and happy moments. Love you!!!

Sincerely Anna said...

Oh my word, Katie. You're in my prayers. I think this calls for an emergency purchase of a Wii, if you don't own one already. We don't have a game system, but I can't even imagine trying to contain Max and all his energy without some kind of virtual gaming intervention.

I sure hope J. feels better very, very soon and that you get some rest at night.

Mama Razzi said...

Oh Katie!!! And here I am complaining about our fevers...sheesh! Girl, you have your hands full!! I will most certainly be praying for you! I agree with Anna, I think a Wii is the should take up an offering :-) Keep your chin up sweetie and know that there are people praying for all of you!!

Anonymous said...

Echoing all of the comments already here...
I am SOOOO sorry! Just so sorry, Katie. For you, for Daniel, for Jacob, for Keith. How incredibly disappointing and frustrating! I too, continue to pray for you all daily!

Anonymous said...

Awww...drats! Not the news I was wanting to read. Prayers for all of you and know that you're teaching me some very important lessons here. You're emotions and wit are not wasted here. Not that that's the point, but still, you should know that you are loved and admired for the super-terrific mom that you are!!!

I'll keep looking for updates! I wish we were just down the road from each other like when we first met. I'd come over and help out in a heartbeat!

MiaKatia said...

I too feel bad for blathering on about my aches when you are elbow deep in the muckity muck. Please let me know what I can do for you. Can I bring you dinner (I swear I will even look up something from the core diet ;) Anything to lighten your load. Let me know.

Megan (FriedOkra) said...

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh! Poor sweet Katie & family!

Lori - Queen of Dirty Laundry said...

Oh Katie, that really IS a bummer! Hang in there, sister!