I have four posts in the draft stage that are actually thoughtful, and yet I'm really feeling the need to ramble. My day stunk.
Last Thursday, I took #2 and #3 to the doctor because they were coughing and had low-grade fevers. Diagnosis: a virus. It continued through the weekend. Late Sunday night, #3 started running a higher fever and breathing faster. This morning (Monday morning) I called the pediatricians' office to get him an appointment. They didn't have any, so they referred me to the Children's afterhours clinic. We went over there this evening and learned that #3 has pneumonia. So, he got a shot of heavy duty antibiotics and a prescription for oral antibiotics (now filled and waiting in the fridge.) He'll be better in a few days. I bought myself a bag of black Lindor Truffles while I was at Walgreens, too - and I've eaten three of them.
Going to the Afterhours clinic was hard in itself because I spent so much time there with #1 - we were there about once a week for two years for IV fluids and labs and such. Some of the same nurses were there tonight, and they commented on how much #3 looks like #1. When I told them that #4 had arrived just three weeks ago and yet we have this nasty virus turned pneumonia in our house, one of them warned me that #4 will definitely be admitted to the hospital if he catches it.
I'm just praying that he doesn't catch it.
I'm going to snuggle up with #4 to nurse him and then go to sleep. :)