Today, By The Numbers

6 – Hours spent at the Children’s Hospital emergency room

24 – Number of examining rooms, most filled with screaming children at some point

3 – Doctors that examined Mira

2 – Band-aids covering two punctures

1,000,000 – Germs that were probably floating through that place, making me keep a blanket over Mira while in the hallway

9 – Number of times I retold Mira’s list of symptoms to some medical professional walking into the room

5 – Number of times I told someone, “It’s a girl – don’t let the blue blanket fool you”

1 – Crazy volunteer woman who came in to keep me company, telling me why French men make great lovers and how unfair it is that the Mexicans aren’t forced to learn English when all the other immigrants were in the past

1 – IV port, urinary catheter, and lumbar puncture on Mira

The results? She has a cold.

It seems Mira has picked up the respiratory infection that Cordy is recovering from. I noticed yesterday that she was a little congested, so I took her to the doctor today when she seemed to have a low fever. Turns out she did have a fever, but since she is under two months old, the pediatrician insisted we go to the hospital for a sepsis workup to make sure everything was OK. It’s routine for any baby under two months.

I grudgingly agreed and took her to the hospital, where they put an IV port into her little hand to take blood and then give her fluids. After that, they inserted a catheter to get a urine sample. And finally they did a lumbar puncture (spinal tap) to check for meningitis. I protested the lumbar puncture, and so they brought in another doctor to convince me it was necessary. I probably wouldn’t have been so worried had I not heard the attending doctor instructing the resident on how to do a lumbar puncture. Nothing like being the first, right?

Poor Mira did amazingly well through all of it. She fought the lumbar puncture with all the strength she had, and cried a lot for the other procedures. But once they were done, she drifted back to sleep. The doctors kept saying what a good baby she was – I told them that’s how I knew she was sick. If it’s daytime and she’s not crying, there’s clearly something wrong.

In the end, it was ruled a simple viral respiratory infection. Infant Tylenol, rest, and lots of breastmilk and she should be fine. I was pretty sure that’s what it was to begin with, but they insisted on all of these tests to make sure. And being a mom, I was worried about her and so I went along with all of it. Seeing your child choking and gagging from post-nasal drip is scary.

Now I just hope this tiny, angry baby will forgive us for putting her through all of that to diagnose a common cold. And I hope she’ll get well soon.



I Didn’t Think We Lived That Far From Civilization

We live in a subdivision with trees behind us, but it’s still in the city. Which is why I’m always amazed when we have visitors like this in our backyard:



(Can you see the head peeking up behind the fence?) She didn’t seem to be too bothered by me looking out the window and taking her picture. Guess she has acclimated to having humans for neighbors. I first saw just a bit of her ears out of the corner of my eye, and wondered who was sneaking around behind our fence. Never expected it to be a deer!

Cordy is still sick, and after her fever returned with a vengeance on Thursday night, we took her to the doctor on Friday morning. As expected, she freaked out at the doctor’s office, refusing to do anything other than scream and fight. When checking out, the receptionist asked the doctor what the diagnosis was, and he quickly replied, “An extreme case of anger.”

The real diagnosis? She somehow picked up a respiratory infection AND a stubborn stomach bug at the same time. It’s no wonder she’s not getting any better – her little body is overwhelmed trying to fight off two things at once. She’s on antibiotics now, meaning we’re trying to sneak her amoxicillin into anything we can twice a day. So far, milk is the best – it’s orange flavored, so I’d imagine it makes her milk taste like a dreamsicle.

Damn, now I’m craving a dreamsicle…or at least an orange freeze from Steak ‘n Shake.



Sick Day Post

It’s been a downright poop-tastic few days here. We’re trying the diapers many of you recommended, and I can tell you that none of them can hold up to a massive stomach bug. At first I thought it was the result of too much fun (read about our weekend at Cirque du Mommy), but with the addition of a high fever this afternoon, I’m thinking it’s more likely the result of being around other kids and her new found love of licking her hands.

So instead of one coherent post, you get a post of me rambling about a few little things. Like my sick child, and my hope that she doesn’t pass it on to Mira. I will say, though, that even when she’s sick, she’s still polite. As I handed her a sippy cup of Pedialyte while she was laying (lying?) on the couch, she looked up at me with half opened eyes and said, “Thank you, mommy.” Awwww…

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For those of you with little ones, FlipFlop Mamma turned me on to this contest. You can win a Moby wrap from SuperMomz. I’m a big fan of baby carriers right now, since I have the World’s Most Unhappy Baby who insists on never being put down. If you want to enter the contest as well, be sure to click here for details.

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Speaking of cranky babies – it seems The New Girl is having her own problems with her fussy baby, and is encouraging others to show off their babies in the height of a screaming session. We know all about fussy here. Sadly I have no advice because none of the tricks work regularly for us, so we must wait until she grows out of it. And it’s tough. Just last week we had a moment where everyone in the house was crying at the same time.

Getting a pic of Mira screaming is easier than getting a pic of her looking peaceful. Here’s just a few from today:




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Another contest to tell you about! Have you seen all the crazy prizes that 5 Minutes For Mom is giving away? Go there and enter before July 4 for a chance to win an ice cream maker, mommy business cards, a baby wrap, t-shirts, a fabulous vacation, and more!

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We have our BlogHer reservations in place, but I’m wondering: is anyone else staying at the Chicago City Centre? I wanted to stay at the W, but missed getting my reservation there by one stupid procrastinating day. I’m just curious if everyone will be at the W, or if there might be a few folks with us at the City Centre? Will we be cut off from the cool crowd?



When Sleep Wins Out

Cordy came down with a cold over the weekend, and along with the fountain of snot and coughing came an inhuman resistance to authority. She’s been more grumpy than normal, and suggestions of doing anything that might be good for her are met with a hissing “Nnnnnoooo!”

The other night, she was clearly tired, but any attempts to convince her it was bedtime ended in screaming. Seeing the pure exhaustion in her face, we knew it was only a matter of time, so we let the issue drop, expecting her to fall asleep on the couch when she finally couldn’t take it anymore. But she knew the couch meant bedtime, too, and so she continued fighting her body until she could no longer fight.

This is where she gave up the battle:

When you’re sick and very tired, you can fall asleep anywhere.

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In other news, I had the unpleasant experience of being in a minor car accident yesterday. Nothing like a fender-bender while pregnant to scare the bejeebus out of you. You can read the whole story over at Family.com.