Claire feels better today and is acting normally. Actually, she felt better almost immediately after I made the "same day sick" appointment for her yesterday. Amazing how that works, isn't it? If I hadn't made the appointment, I'm sure she would've spent the entire day throwing up.
The doctor (not Dr. MWMH but his partner, Dr. H, who I've seen before at least twice) said that the vomiting and diarrhea was likely due to a virus that she picked up somewhere (probably their waiting room, in my opinion, we've been there four or five times in less than a month) and not a result of the antibiotics or the ear infection. Since she still has fluid on her ears, though, she referred us to an ENT. I've already gotten positive feedback about him from a friend on Facebook. Hooray for social networking.
My friends have assured me that tubes ain't no big thang. I'm trying really hard to chant this in my head when I start worrying about her being under anesthesia. It only takes 15 minutes, after all. It's exactly like when I was induced with Claire - I literally spent more time crying over having to be induced than I spent in labor. My friend Karen (who had been induced) and a host of other people tried to tell me that I'd be fine, but I just wasn't listening. Well, lo and behold we were both fine, and now I'm planning to just schedule an induction if there's ever a #3 PB because the hospital is so far away, I'd never make it. Karen's boys have both had tubes, too, so this time I'm doing my very best to listen to her and not freak out.
It's almost working.
Other things that I'm trying not to freak out about today include:
1) My baby sister and her new husband and my step-dad jumping out of an airplane later today, on purpose. (My mom's so funny... "How do you know someone's been skydiving?" she says. Answer: "Oh, they'll tell you.")
2) I received a death threat in my comments. It was not a credible threat. If they'd said, "Amy Lastname, I know you live on XXXXXX Road in XXXXX, and I know you drive a XXX minivan, and I know that you're going to be at XXX at noon tomorrow, and I'm a-gonna kill you dead!" I'd worry. This was more like a chain letter (if you don't send this to 5 people, you're going to be killed in your sleep) combined with an urban legend (say "Bloody Mary" in the mirror 3 times...). Needless to say, it's already been deleted, and I did not get killed in my sleep last night, so this one is fairly easy to not worry about.
3) Politics - everything I hear about politics lately scares me. Ditto for the economy. I'm sticking my fingers in my ears and saying "LA LA LA, I can't hear you!"
4) Mary Grace - her behavior has been awful. Probably because she's jealous that Claire, as the sick kid, has been getting lots of extra attention and snuggles. But oh my goodness, I'm ready to sell MG to the nearest gypsy. Three is not my favorite age so far. Annoying aspects of age 3 include a) bodily fluid fascination - lately it's spit and snot. I'm ready to tape her nose and mouth shut. b) baby voice - probably because Claire is talking more and more, and gets attention, so MG feels the need to talk like a baby to get the same attention, except saying "bwa-co-wee" isn't as cute when you're three and a half as it is when you're just two. c) not freaking listening. I guess I should just get used to this one, though, because I still don't listen to my parents.
Someone please tell me that four is better than three.
So that's the scoop here. What's going on with you?
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