It is sunday night, and the only thing I can do is look back at this past week and laugh...this is truly unbelievable, sad and funny all rolled into one.
Rewind to Monday morning, Liam wakes up with a little cold, no biggie. We can handle that.
Tuesday, I start to stress about my biology final and cram like crazy.
Wednesday, Jackson wakes me up in complete panic because I literally think he is having an asthma attack. We go to the doctor and find out he has croup. Fun times start to kick into gear. Over the next day I try my best to comfort him in a steamy shower room poking my head out to keep an eye on Liam playing in the hallway where I have strategicly set up a temporary play area.
Thursday, The croupy cough is out of control, and Jack stops napping, eating or drinking. I beg my teacher to let me re-schedule my final (thankfully it works)
Friday, despite calls to the doctor we decide there is nothing we can do for Jackson as they inform us he has RSV. Awesome News. (totally being sarcastic) Later that night, our heater stops working because of our filter being clogged (oops).
Saturday morning, Liam wakes up with a classic case of pink eye. I call urgent care to take him in, and the nurse hears Jackson in the background. He asks us to bring both of the boys in seperate cars to be seen. Liam gets meds, and we are told that Jackson needs to be forcefully given liquids. Have you ever tried to forcefully give a two year old anything? In the meantime, we quarantine the house...Jackson and Jonn in the basement, Me and Liam upstairs. Launder everything possible and bleach anything else.
Later that night, Jackson has to be taken downtown where they admit him to Sacred Heart for his RSV (where he currectly is) and all sorts of fun tests are run. Did I mention that they had to try for his IV twice?
After spending the whole night on the peds floor with Jackson in our twin bed I finally get some rest around 4:30. It doesn't matter though because the nurses have to wake him about every hour to check his lung sounds. After a long day with him, Jonn relieves me and I run home for a shower. Just when I think it is safe to relax and unwind a bit, I decide to treat myself to Didiers. Only I don't make it because I get pulled over by state patrol for having a headlight out. Seriously???!!
When will this crazy chain of events end? I am laughing on the outside but crying on the inside because it sucks so bad. I swear this kind of stuff only happens to me.