Let's see. The week started with Ginger being bounced out of daycare sick within a half hour of my dropping her off on Monday. I thought she was teething, but she was running a temperature bigger than teething usually causes, so I dropped her off only to turn right around and go back to pick her up.
She proceeded to spend the next 3.5 days kvetching with a steady temp of 101 and no other symptoms. The doctor says her ears are clear and she's not in any danger. This didn't stop her from sleeping like hell, tossing up any medicine we tried to give her within 5 minutes of us trying to get it down her and being in general, a complete, utter nightmare to be around.
Did I mention that I had her at home through an entire 4 hour conference call I was on Wednesday during which she never once slept or that she managed to vomit in my bed not once, not twice, but THREE times Wednesday night? This in spite of a real effort on my part to prevent it after the first time.
She's turned the corner. She's sleeping peacefully and eating like a little truffle pig. Now *I* feel queasy. And of course there's mission critical work to be done and I've had a sick baby-sized block preventing me from getting to it. Today, Friday, all of the barriers finally got pulled out so now I get to figure out how to work on the weekend with children in the house.
Which would be fine if I could get some SLEEP first. Bleah. Tired. Very. Very. Tired.
Posted by karen at January 27, 2006 10:37 PM