Okay. The first post with this title was supposed to be cute. It was supposed to be witty. It was supposed to be an exaggeration of the tiny little cold that had struck The Weber Inn. It wasn't meant to be TRUE....exactly.
It turns out that this description has been more true than we'd imagined. Yep! The Weber Inn got hit with another round of the ICKIES about a week after the first wave of germy, unwanted house-guests left.
The pestilence hit, of course, smack-dab in the middle of the night again. Norah has always been prone to waking once or twice a night with a bit of moaning and groaning. She's usually just re-positioning herself and needs a small back rub and blanket. Most times, she'll just calm herself down and go right back to sleep without Dan or J ever having to even go into her room. Not this night, though. The moaning was low, deep and steady and, when Mamma went in to check on our sweet pea, she found Norah to be feverish.
I'll skip the gory details of that VERY LONG night save to say that the Weber's FINALLY got some shut-eye around 5 a.m. Norah slept on Daddy who was asleep on the couch and Mommy took a cat-nap in the love-seat.
By 8:30 a.m. (after the Webers made the rookie parenting mistake of attempting to take Norah to daycare.....the fever was down but it was a STUPID move), daycare had called asking us to pick our little patient up as her fever was now 102.2. The Dr. was called and an appt. made for 1:00 that afternoon. All that was left was to get some Tylenol in our girl and put her to bed. (After she vomited up her breakfast due to the fever, that is). Poor kid just crumpled down in her crib and went right to sleep.
The Dr.'s original thought was that Norah had either: a). a bladder infection (capturing urine to test for said infection from a 19 month old is quite an entertaining experience, btw). b). Hand, foot, and mouth disease (MUCH scarier sounding than it really is). or c). Roseleo (more dangerous for the Wee'est Weber in-utero than to Norah, believe it or not). The Dr. was 0 for 3.
Norah had simply captured yet another doozy of a cold, the second in as many weeks, from her new day care. Mommy picked it up the very next day and this time, for extra fun, Daddy got it, too. So, the Webers spent close to the entire month of August with some sort of malady or another. Dan and Norah are back on track, but J can't seem to shake the congestion and coughing.
Needless to say, transferring Norah from private care to mainstream childcare has really done an number on her immune system, as well as that of Mommy and Daddy. We knew that she'd come home with every form of cold known to man. We just didn't know that she'd spread the love so quickly......or frequently! :-) J, does have an idea about how to strengthen her immune system, though. She's just going to start licking doorknobs and chewing on shoe-soles to get all those nasty germs swirling around all at once! :-)
In any event, it has been an interesting month to say the least. J's feeling better now that the first trimester is over with. The nausea is pretty much gone, and she can stay up well past 8:00 these days. Now, if only she could find the cure for the common cold........
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