Cardin is still sick and we ventured back to the doctor’s office last night to find out that she had a double ear infection and croup now.
On a side tangent, she is only 2 years old and she knows that when the nurse calls your name, you go into the “weigh in” room and stand proudly on the scale so that an accurate weight can be taken. She even knows to stand quietly with the thermometer under her armpit. I’m not sure if it’s a relief that she is aware of this procedure or a concern that she’ s only 2 and has already figured out the logical steps to a doctor’s visit. This may indicate overexposure. I fear she is developing a weak immune system like her momma.
We went and got a new round of medication, one that will hopefully not produce her to swell to the size of a hot air balloon this time. Last time Macy’s called and asked if she would be available as a balloon for an upcoming parade…somehow I just can’t justify this explotation. I mean, this blog is probably enough.
In between bursts of the seal barking cough, she is also extremely congested and you can tell that she has an unusual build-up of mucus sitting on her chest. I imagine they look like those little green blobs in the mucinex commercials. Last night she started one of her coughing fits and got really agitated. We were unable to calm her down so I picked her up and she was putting her head on my shoulder when I suddenly felt her give a violent lurch and the whole back of my shoulder got a healthy dose of phlegm and vomit. Listen lady it’s not every day that you get to lift a vomit soaked shirt over your head.
Since she was still not settling down, I decided to walk out our front entryway onto the stoop to see if the cool air would help her lungs at all. This seemed like an excellent idea until I paraded through the vomit that had hit the floor. Also, I would like to note that this whole time, Brett was trailing behind me, like a chicken with its head cut off, holding out a highchair tray, at the ready to catch more puke.
Wait….it gets better.
We finally got her settled down and she fell asleep a short time later. About 11:30 she woke up in another coughing fit and couldn’t calm herself down again. Since she was laying down and gagging, I thought it would be in her best interest to get into a vertical position. I picked her up and she put her head on my left shoulder. (Note that the shoulder position is of upmost importance here). As I was rubbing her back trying to get her lungs to stop heaving in distress, the violent lurch reappeared and a sudden wet sensation began running down my left shoulder blade. OMG. STOP VOMITTING ON ME.
This latest round of mucus ejection seemed to do the trick and she quickly settled down. Being the kind hearted mother I am, I moved her head to my other shoulder so she would not have to lay in a trail of vomit. Mistake. Within seconds of switching her, the violent lurch reared its head again and now my right shoulder blade had a trail of phlegm decorating it.
Third time is a charm. Chalk that up as a night I got to lift to vomit filled shirts over my head. Yummy. You just can’t buy memories like that.