Welcome to the infirmary, oh I mean Haskovecs

Lately it seems we live in an infirmary.  If it isn't Isabelle sick, (wait maybe I should instead say), when Isabelle is well, which seems to be rare, someone else has something and lately it seems it is all hitting at once.

I remind myself not to stress too much because as long as it isn't anything serious, it will get better.

For the past two weeks Isabelle has had some sort of virus which caused her to be home from school. At the end of the weeek two weeks ago, her virus turned into the flu, which then turned into yet another case of ear infection.  After our bought of illness in December the pediatricians office was very proactive and gave us the next level antiobotic so that she wouldn't have a repeat of what happened before.  Thinking we had cleared the hurdle, Isabelle headed back to day care late last week and I finally went back to work thinking, great, we've gotten through that bug.  The funny thing was that before I could even get to work on Thursday, after just dropping her off, I was called by the school to pick her up.  This time she had developed "Thrush".  Not even knowing what in the world that was, when I went back to see her, I said, "Oh no that's not Thrush, that's just the milk residue on her tongue, I just fed her a bottle before dropping her off."  To which the well informed teacher replied, "Actually it is Thrush, milk rubs off (showing me with her gloved hand), thursh doesn't"  Low and behold she was actually right. Who knew?

So mark it down as another adventure in the specimin that is Isabelle's medical chart.  After having so much fun staying up throughout the night with Belle as she was in pain from ear infection and her virus, I was next lucky person to get worn down enough to come down with a bad case of sinus infection.  Finally this week, I decided enough was enough.  Not having any and I mean any sense of smell or taste has been fun (NOT really, okay, maybe only when it comes to changing Isabelle's dirty diapers) so I decided spending almost 4 hours in urgent care until midnight would be worth it.  Let's hope the antibiotics kick in some time.  And then when we were just about silly with how wild and crazy this sickness train has become, Isabelle decided to throw us for another loop when she woke up the other morning looking like this...

Yes thats right, shes covered in welts, spots, rashes all over her entire body.  Yes.  It is fun.  I know your super jealous right now.  So back to the doctor we went.  Within a few minues of looking at her, the doctor has decided she's developed an allergy to all penicilin based medications.  Thanks to her sickness in December when she was given every antibiotic in the book, she has now developed an allergy to that family of drugs and will not be able to have that type of medication for at least 3 to 4 years.  And I guess that will be fine, because since life follows my plan, I've decided we're not going to have any more cases of ear infection, strep throat, or any other illness requiring medication for the next 5 years.

And thinking that was going to be the plan starting this 24th of January, I woke up to the message that I'm not in charge.  For Gabriel had spent the entire night sick with the flu.  A fever of a 103 and pains, aches all over his body reminded me this morning that when it seems all is going wrong and you just can't catch a break, you might as well laugh.  So that is what we did.   As I put lotion all over Isabelle's spots, helped Gabriel clean up his messes and attend to every need he had, I laughed giving thanks, at least I still had one child healthy.  And it was sure fun, until Michael came up to me and said "Mom, why do I have these bumps all over my body?"

Stay tuned, the adventure continues!
Until next time,
angie