We've had our share of stupid medical issues. Some trivial, some not so trivial, and everything in between.
But when my baby started barking like a seal on Sunday night, I knew we were in for something different. Monday morning at the doctor brought a diagnosis of croup and a dose of steroids for Ian. Before Ian came along, we had never really done respiratory illnesses. So I figured one case of croup after 10 1/2 years of parenting wasn't too bad.
Then Tuesday night hit. Tom had taken the girls to a 6:00 basketball game. By 6:15, I realized I wasn't feeling very good. By 6:45, I was under a layer of blankets with my teeth chattering. By 7:10, when my husband came home, I was shaking and bawling, begging him to bring me more blankets. I laid there under four huge blankets and a heating pad, still freezing, thinking for sure that it was a vicious flu bug.
Turns out mastitis can mimic the flu quite well. And after 6 1/2 cumulative years of breastfeeding, it's another first I could do without. I haven't been this sick in a long time, and it's extra sucky to have the sick baby wanting to nurse from a breast that's hard as a rock and fiery red.
As for Ian, he's been running a fever constantly since Monday, cranky as can be, and was coughing so hard last night that we took turns puking. I was kind enough not to puke on him, he did not extend me the same courtesy. And just because Max is feeling left out, he's barking like a dog tonight too. I expect all three of us will be seeing our good friends the pediatricians tomorrow morning.
You know it's an extra special week when your budget for copays is larger than your budget for groceries.