It feels like it’s been a long week, and it’s only Tuesday. I think that is in part because I’ve been going non-stop since last Wednesday. So, let’s start there…
Wait. Before I start my post, I would like to give everyone one more reminder. I am running an Online Auction on Facebook starting Wednesday, February 4th. The Auction helps with the costs such as park rental, water, food, etc. for the Walker and Willis Birthday Walk to Fight TTTS. Any additional money raised goes directly to the Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome Foundation. It’s simple to participate. Visit The Walker and Willis Auction to Combat TTTS page, click on pictures, click on Albums, then click on 2015 Auction Items. Starting February 4th, comment on the picture of the item of your choice with your bid in increments of $5. Winners will be contacted on Sunday, February 8th, and pay through Paypal. Any questions? Comment here, on the Auction page, or email me at email@example.com
Now, back to last Wednesday…
I was getting my oldest ready for preschool, and he kept squirming around and was almost in tears. He said he didn’t want me to touch his neck because it hurt. Neck pain put me into a little bit of a panic, so I asked him where exactly it hurt. He pointed around the front, and I made him bend his head forward to make sure it wasn’t in the back. In case you don’t know, if a child complains of neck pain and can’t bend their head forward without pain, it could be meningitis. He bent forward with no problem, but wouldn’t let me zip his jacket all the way up. No fever and no other complaints, but I wasn’t sure if he should go to school. We went back and forth, and decided if he didn’t feel good when Grandpa dropped him off, he would come back home.
My Dad said he seemed fine at school, but let the teacher know. My Dad even went back early to get him, but he wanted to keep playing. I figured it must have been a weird muscle thing or a “I don’t want to miss out on whatever fun my brothers are having at home” thing. He came home, and wanted to play in his room. He didn’t even want to take a nap.
He even helped me take the changing tables off the cribs, since the twins have decided they want nothing in their room except their beds. (See last post for all the toddler bed drama)
It was getting close to dinner time, and he said he didn’t want to eat or drink anything because his neck still hurt. He wouldn’t let me touch it, and he felt a little warm. I took his temperature (still no fever) and called the on-call nurse. She said it was my call, but Urgent Care was probably the best option.
So, as soon as my husband got home, we headed out. Luckily, there wasn’t a long wait. Unluckily for him, he had an ear infection. He wouldn’t let the doctor get near his neck either, so we decided he better swab for Strep since I have the other two littles at home. The sample cultured quicker than they thought. Definitely Strep throat.
Thursday was an exercise in trying to keep the twins and him apart, while watching their every move for signs of illness. His antibiotics already kicked in and made him feel better, but I persuaded him to watch a movie for my own sanity. Nap time has not really improved. With nothing else to do, my little guy now tries to find ways to antagonize his brother. Everything from taking his blanket away, to climbing into his brother’s bed, when he goes to get the stolen blanket. I actually had to separate them by taking my big guy into my room, and leaving the little guy there. These toddler beds are no joke.
I then had a meeting with the March of Dimes about March for Babies (please join or donate on behalf of our Team!) and went back to the dentist. Yes, at 6:30 on a Thursday night. I can’t even talk about it right now.
Anyways, I had some other family/personal stuff going on Friday and Saturday. I then tried to run some errands on Sunday, but I got the text, “You can come home at any time now,” from my husband. At least I’m not the only one who gets frustrated with them!
Today, me and my Dad took all three to the library story hour. I was supposed to meet some people from my twin club, but my mommy brain thought we were meeting at 9:30 am, when in reality it was 10:30 am. Luckily, there was a story hour at that time, and all three made an improvement in behavior from our last attempt. My oldest was perfect, my big guy followed along nicely, and my little guy only shreaked a few times. Grandpa quieted him down with a few crayons.
So, here I sit. My oldest and big guy napping in my bed. Little guy finally wore himself out in his own room, and I’m enjoying my tea and quiet. Hopefully it will last another 10 minutes.