Ethan had a really rough night last night. Even with cough medicine, he really can't stop coughing for any amount of time, so he was awake, in and out of our room, almost all night. He still has a high fever, and now he's completely covered with rash all over his trunk and legs. Not fun - for him, or for mom and dad. Everyone's eyes are just a little bloodshot today.
So we got the first available appointment at the doctor's office this morning, and waited.....and waited.....and waited some more. The waiting room was full of people, and I, like the responsible parent that I strive to be, kept my horribly infectious kids away from the play area, much to their dismay.
Finally they called us in, and we saw the nurse practitioner. He was concerned that it was turning into pneumonia, so he ordered a chest xray. Only we were about the 5th in line for that, so we waited another 30 minutes. Sigh.
Ethan went with the nurses all by himself to get his chest xray, while I waited in the room with Simon. When they came back, the nurse was smirking.
"Ethan and I had a good talk," she said. "He says that he is going to have a new baby brother!"
Ethan nodded, turned to me and said, "Can we, Mom? I reeeeeallly want one!"
Oh my word. JUST what I want to be thinking about right now!
2 hours later we headed to Walgreens to fill our prescription for Zithromax and cough medicine. Which, of course, took a half an hour too.
So it was after lunchtime by the time we got home. The boys nibbled at their PB&Js and yogurts, and finally-FINALLY-it was time for them to lay down for a nap. Never has nap time held greater appeal to me. Maybe Mom should nap too. What do you think?!
Picture above is from a month ago, when the boys picnicked on the deck. See how the stain turned out?