At least I am trying to be.
After watching my middle child, who was laying on my bed, moan every time he moved his head, I decided that a trip to the doctor just might be in order. The nurse agreed.
The plan was just to take JW in an attempt to keep the other two from being exposed to anything that they didn't already have. I had planned for their Daddy to stay home with them ('cause who wants to dress 2 children if you don't have to), but Ronnie's good sense prevailed and we all went ~ modifying the plan to them staying in the van while I went into the office with JW. After a surprisingly short wait, we saw Dr. M. We like her, but she isn't our regular doctor and I am still getting used to her.
The verdict? A double whammie (the dr's words) ~ strep and the flu.
The next step? A shot for the strep and tamiflu. And then the question, what about the 4 year old waiting in the van with the same symptoms (minus the headache)?
I knew the answer before I asked the question.
But the good news is that he only has the flu.
So, why am I thankful that my kids are sick?
1st ~ I am thankful that my children are generally healthy and that they aren't really sick.
2nd ~ I am thankful that they all got sick at basically the same time, instead of spreading it out over several days or weeks.
3rd ~ I am thankful that they got sick this week instead of next week.
But, I'll have to tell you about that later.
2 days ago