It all started with some size 11 feet. And you better not think those are mine!! I wear a 6.5. OK sometimes in heels a 7. Brady literally had spent all of July 4th in the water. His feet were beyond prunes. And he had blisters from running in those wet shoes all day. So when I noticed his feet were peeling I jut thought it was from the water. The bottoms almost had a shiny appearance. This nurse didn't think it was a big deal. Last night we went up to Strikers. It's a bowling alley that has a cruise night. Brady likes to look at old cars and video games, typical boy. We got home and he said his throat hurt. I should have gotten out the flashlight right then and there. I sort of thought maybe he just wanted to stay up late and cuddle with dad. Well cut to 4am with him in our bed burning up. And I mean burning up! The temporal thermometer read 101. If you don't have one of those with kiddos you better invest stat. Worth every penny if you ask me. Tylenol, wet cold compress, and 2 freezie pops later he seemed to be a little better. He was done dealing with the nurse of the house too and wanted to go back upstairs and lay with dad. He slept till 8:15. He has NEVER slept that late ever. When he got up he was down to 100.2. And then he puked. Sickness Spiral. I wanted to rule out strep throat so I called the pediatrician. Brady was a lump. He didn't even ask for Phineus & Ferb DVD in the truck, he just sort of stared off. And waiting for the Dr. he let me hold him, like a baby. My heart was breaking. Me with my big belly and not much of a lap these days held that big 41 lb. boy in my arms the whole time. She looked at his feet and the sores in his throat and said it was coxsakie virus. Brady was actually hoping for Strep because really who doesn't love the "pink stuff." I was even kind of hoping for it because I knew a couple doses and he would be feeling better. She did the strep culture anyway which Brady certainly did not appreciate. And we were on our way home. I cancelled the sitter and knew we were in for a long day. At one point Brady's fever was 103.1. This was the only time I got a little frantic. I stay pretty calm and collected for the most part when the boys are sick. There may be some truth to the whole "when your mom is a nurse, you get no sympathy" thing. Growing up I never did from my mom, who is a nurse too. But I try and be sympathetic and caring because let's face it, you just want someone there when your head is in the toilet. Seeing such ill patients in a hospital setting puts things in perspective. I think I am doing a good job with the boys when they are sick. Actually, I am gonna have to ask the hubs and see what he thinks.
The only thing that was funny the entire day was realizing how little boy takes after his dad when he gets sick. At one point when Brady said he couldn't hold his freezie pop with his hands and Steve had to, I kind of chuckled. Karma can be real funny. Outback take-out was a far cry from Russell's but we made do. We exchanged gifts and mom got a little Kate Spade.
(Thanks Tracey for texting Meatball!!) Now on an 85 degree day, there is no where I would rather be than in my air-conditioned igloo. I mean, I could have passed on the puke part but I was comfortable watching Home Alone 1 & 2. Brady loves these movies so much, it was sort of Christmas In July. Steve on the other hand was going stir crazy by 8:30 so I told him he should go out. Take the Harley, he loves hot weather. He had been a great dad all day and the boys were asleep anyway. So I sent him out. And I watched a chick flick and read US weekly with a Tums in my mouth for the pregnancy induced heartburn. Thanks baby #3 :)
We aren't going to forget this Anniversary for a long time.
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