You’ve got a friend in me

Recently we’ve had a string of illnesses in our house, all of which have been exceedingly sucky.

But the Littlest Brewster and BIT have had a little help on their road to recovery in the form of some very loving, extra attentive, kitties. Because we all know that kitty snuggles make anything better.

BIT & KittiesLB & EthanBetween Hand-Foot-and-Mouth and Strep Throat, we had some pretty sick girls on our hands. (And a pretty sick Daddy, as DB was the one who introduced strep into the equation.) Hopefully the parental TLC, kitty snuggles, multiple popsicles, and hours upon hours of Disney movies, the girls will be up and at ’em in no time.

You can’t make this stuff up, part two

For those of you who haven’t read about the Littlest Brewster’s unfortunate timing and accuracy while vomiting, click here.

For those of you who are already acquainted with her prowess, you shouldn’t be surprised by the following story.

Today was supposed to be the day that I took LB and two of her friends from school to an indoor bouncy house in celebration of LB’s birthday. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, but I had resigned myself to the prospect.

Well, at 5:15 this morning, LB calls out “Daddy!” from her room. DB goes in to tell her it’s not time to get up yet and promptly comes back to tell me her room reeks of vomit and to grab the flashlight. I followed him in and, sure enough, she’s thrown up in her bed and on the floor.

We get her cleaned up and snuggled up and I tell her that we’ll have to cancel the bouncy house expedition because she’s sick. (She was surprisingly okay with this, which meant she really didn’t feel good.) Thankfully, I already had the day off work so I could stay home with her. We dropped her sister off at daycare (quarantine her with other kids runny noses versus her sister’s stomach bug!) and settled in at home for a quiet day of rest.

Well, the remainder of the day she was fine. Yes, she wasn’t really hungry but she acted reasonably normally. And there was no more vomiting.

Around 3:15, we decided to run into Food Lion for a few things before picking BIT up from daycare. As we’re making our way down the first aisle, LB goes “I think I need to throw up.”

I went into panic mode. I actually glanced at my purse for a split second (which would cost me later) to decide if I should just have her puke in there. But there were too many valuable things, so I snatched her out of the cart and took off running out the store.

We were within 10 feet of the door when she erupted. (Damn you, moment of indecision!)

Luckily, I had my hand out and I caught some in my hand.

And then I caught some in my shirt.

And then some of it landed on the floor anyway.

And then we made it out the door and she threw up the rest on the sidewalk.

Conveniently, it had been raining, so I managed to rinse my hand off in a puddle, pick LB up, and trudge back into the store to inform them with what dignity I could muster while covered in vomit and holding a vomit smeared child that I was very sorry but we had gotten some throw up on the floor of the produce section and they should probably mop it.

And then I trudged out, head held high, with the Littlest Brewster snuggled on my chest, glued together with sick.

Needless to say, it will be a while before I go back there to buy my pre-work yogurt.

I am *so* sick of this

There was a period during my pregnancy with the Littlest Brewster where I was sick with one thing or another for a solid month. 4 weeks, 4 trips to the doctor, 4 different illnesses.

I felt like I was never going to be healthy and be able to enjoy my pregnancy again. It was probably the only really bad part of that pregnancy because the rest was easy.

Well, it looks like I am smack in the middle of my 4th week and 4th illness with BIT’s pregnancy. And I am so sick of this shit.

First it was the terrible head cold. Okay, no big deal, rest and fluids.

Then it was the UTI/kidney stone fiasco. All right – antibiotics, more rest, and more fluids.

Next up was the sinus infection that got so bad I couldn’t eat due to jaw and face pain. More antibiotics, more rest, and I now feel like I’m floating away.

Well, the DreadBrewer is struggling with something bad and I have officially contracted it in all it’s gory glory.

Raging fever and chills? Check.
Body aches? Check.
Cough? ((It’s not quite as relentless as The Cough – yet – but it’s infinitely more painful.)) Check.

Thank God that daycare was open at its usual time today. I bundled LB up as soon as humanly possible, deposited her in the care of people who are not afflicted with the plague, and ran home to snuggle under mounds of blankets. DB and I are particularly pathetic today, although I think he’s at least on the upswing.

The OB’s office wants me to go urgent care and get the flu swab. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be a bad patient and not go because a) I know it’s the flu and it’ll run it’s course in a few days and b) those urgent care visits are expensive and c) (most importantly) I’m not sure I can drag my sorry carcass off the couch and into a doctor’s office. I just don’t have it in me.

Looks like we’re back to Tylenol, rest, and fluids. The OB wants me to drink 100+ ounces a day while I’m ill. Anyone have a boat?

Yep. Got it.

I decided to be a good patient for once and get my flu swab. A process that is a heck of a lot more painful than I had anticipated.


And I’ve definitely got the flu.

So I picked up my tamiflu on the way home and will do my best to quarantine myself from LB for the next few days. Please, oh please, let her somehow miraculously dodge the flu bullet.

The thought of taking care of a sick toddler when I myself feel like death is almost enough to make me weep.

Thankfully the DreadBrewer’s mom is going to come over and wrangle LB this weekend so that we can stay as isolated as possible. Hooray for family!

**This is when I need to get on my soapbox and say that the fact that I got the flu even after I got the flu vaccine does not mean the flu shot doesn’t work or isn’t worth it. The flu shot is just science’s best guess at which three or four strains of the flu out of hundreds will be most prevalent this year. I just happened to be exposed to a strain that wasn’t anticipated to be widespread and thus wasn’t in the vaccine. Getting vaccinated is still the number one way to prevent the flu and one of the best things you can do for yourself each October.**

The Cough

It’s back. And it’s worse than ever.

That damn chronic post-cold cough that I get every November/December has reared its ugly head yet again.

And this isn’t your ordinary chronic cough. This is The Cough. The one where, I swear to God, I will start to dry heave because I’m coughing so hard. I have a headache from coughing. My abs are sore. And every year it takes at least a few weeks to go away. And it’s pretty much unstoppable while it’s here.

When I was in college and far less intelligent than I am now, my go-to method for stopping my coughing fits was to have a cigarette. I don’t know why, but it would stop The Cough in its tracks. (At least temporarily.) I would be outside, hacking up a lung, trying to get my Marlboro Menthol Light lit, and enduring stares from strangers who were probably doubting my sanity. Not that I blame them.

Given that it has been years and years since I put down the death sticks, that means of cough suppression is out.

And given that it’s me and BIT now, most other highly effective means of cough suppression are out. Last year, a few nights of Tussionex were enough to kick the cough to the curb. Funnily enough, most OBs frown on the use of narcotics during pregnancy. Which leaves me with Mucinex and Robitussin. Both of which will get me 2 to 3 whole hours of uninterrupted sleep at a time before I wake up for a 45 minute coughing fit. Followed by 2 to 3 hours of sleep, followed by coughing. Repeat until 5:00 when I finally say screw it and get out of bed. ((Speaking of which, I know I look exhausted. I’m not sleeping, I’m coughing constantly, I’m pregnant, and I’ve seriously cut back on my caffeine intake. Telling me just how shitty exhausted I look does not make me feel any more alert, more rested, or less likely to punch you in the throat.))

The Cough has taken on a new aspect this year, which may be its most charming one yet. Thanks to the location of my lemon-sized baby, I’m pretty much guaranteed to pee my pants at least once a day while coughing, if not more frequently. The DreadBrewer has ceased to be surprised when I get up at 2 am to change my PJs because I’ve coughed out some urine yet again. My coworkers just laugh when I stop mid-stride and tightly cross my legs prior to coughing. (Not that it really helps, but still. I’ve got to try…) And something that baffles me – I can literally have just peed and I can still wet myself while coughing. What’s up with that?!?

At least I know The Cough is nearing the end of its yearly visit. It’s been two weeks now. The end has got to be near, right? Right?!?