I’ve tried to deny this for a full week.
I haven’t had much to say on the blog, but all my Facebook posts have been full of rainbows and butterflies.
I generally subscribe to the camp of “Fake it ‘til you make it,” and it generally seems to work.
But I can’t hide it any longer.
It started last Sunday with B…cough, fever, and then vomiting.
We went to the pediatrician on Monday, and he confirmed it was just a cold.
I kept B home from school on Tuesday, but sent A, since she seemed to be fine.
Tuesday afternoon, I went to the doctor to check on the nastiest cough I’ve ever had, which – by that time – had been hanging on for about 10 days. He confirmed that it was just a cough, and prescribed some cough medicine.
B had really tough days on Tuesday and Wednesday, and by Thursday morning, A didn’t look quite right.
Thankfully, B was turning a corner for the better by Thursday lunch, but by Thursday afternoon, A was sick.
We muddled through Friday. By Saturday, B was well, but A was still sick…and by then, so was I. I called my doctor back, and I was so thankful he called in a prescription for me.
Saturday was rough. But thank goodness it was finally the weekend, and Daddy was home. B was feeling mostly fine, but A was still very pitiful, and this mama needed some rest.
Today is Sunday…Day 8, if you’re counting (as I am).
B is fine, and A has turned a corner. I’m feeling better, too. Today was the first in a full week that we all ate a normal breakfast. Both girls drank milk. Woo hoo!!!
I’m hopeful that we will start a fresh week tomorrow, full of true [not fake!] vim, vigor, and vitality.
Among other things, I’m looking forward to having a few good days under my belt so I can begin to restore my faith in the concept of mind over matter.