I can't believe it has taken me so long to get back in this! Dave was out of town for three weeks straight ( I have such a new appreciation for single mothers ) and while it could have been a lot worse, I wish it had gone a lot better.
The first week went by fast and we were doing fine. The second week our fridge and freezer went out. No worries, we have a fridge in the garage. O, but I forgot that the one in the garage is teeny tiny and the water thingy does not work. On top of that, it's a pain in the rump to go into the garage every single time you need to get something outta the fridge. Seriously, think about how many times you are in and out of the fridge in a day ( if you are a stay at home mom, that number doubles ). The low point of that week was when Dave told me he was going to be a whole week longer than we thought. That was no fun! Sooo, week three rolls around and Abby gets a cold. Really, shouldn't be a big deal, but if you know my daughter then you know DRAMA!!! Going to the doctor with Abby is an adventure all in its self. She cries the second we pull into the parking lot because she knows where she is. She continues to cry/scream like a crazy person in the lobby and down the hall into the room as we wait for her doctor...aka pacifier nazi.
When it comes time to weigh her and check her temp it then turns into a wrestling match/every man for them self type of thing. I should probably start bringing some elbow pads for the nurses next time. After all that then pacifier nazi comes in ( this time Abby did not have hers because she was so stuffed up she couldn't breathe through her nose, which in turn allowed for a much higher decibel of screaming).Seems to be just a bad cold with a little temperature and there really isn't anything we can do for her except " try and keep her comfortable". O, see there's the problem. I try and keep her as unhappy and miserable as much as possible because that make my day a heck of a lot easier! I am starting to wonder what our co-pay really goes towards.
That night things just got worse ( because why not ) when I tried to make her a comfortable bath. She was not having it. I mean literally screamed the whole time and in the process threw up ( talking exorcist style ) all over me, our bed, the bathroom and everywhere in between. Pure Joy!!!
Well, a week went by and she still had an awful cough. So another "trip" to the doctor and we find out she has a sinus infection. Yay for amoxicillin! That stuff seriously works miracles. I am pretty sure it could find bin laden if we gave it a chance!
