Olivia sleeping on my chest.
We are going on 7+ days of sickness in our house. Last week Abby and now Olivia. Olivia's temp last night was 105 degrees, which prompted me to call the Pediatrician. The doctor that called backed, chuckled and asked me if this was my first child and was this the first time my baby had been sick. No, I am a mother of two and I don't appreciate the under handed comments when I am worried. She's lethargic, she's flushed, she's burning up. This is a time to laugh? I don't often write "heavy" posts in my blog, I try to keep things light and funny. However, last night I was scared. I think I still would have called if I had 5 kids! Needless to say, she is fine, we all made it through the night and things looked better in the daylight, they always do. I don't regret my call. The doctor did not tell me anything I did not already know, but I felt better to check in with them regardless in case there was something I was missing or could do better for her. Maybe I am overreacting and over sensitive, maybe I am coming down with this awful sickness myself, maybe I have a fever, or maybe I am just over tired. Tired of taking care of two sick kids, cleaning up vomit, holding scorching bodies when I am over heating in this awfully hot weather myself. It makes me wonder, does that doctor have kids herself and would she want things handled differently if she were the one awake in the middle of the night, holding her child and worried on the other end of the phone.