That week Continued...

I realize it has been several weeks, but I never finished the rest of that week. The one that began with Mother's day and the urgent care. Read the previous post for a refresher.

It was awful! So I took Kylie to the doctor on Monday and they told me it was a virus, but they put her on antibiotics anyway, just to be sure. So, Monday night she did sleep a little better.

Tuesday comes and with it comes more fun! I picked up Emily from preschool and when we got home the Comcast guy was here burying the cable in the backyard (should have happened a month ago, but hey at least he was doing it). Well the kids found this fascinating and they pressed their noses against every back window they could find to watch him. Somehow, Emily got something in her eye during this process. I am guessing it was dust. While she is eating lunch her eye begins to water and she starts complaining. By the middle of lunch it's turning red and she is really complaining. By the end of lunch it is swelling up, red, little bumps all over it and tearing out a steady stream. The complaining doesn't stop. I give her benedryl, flush it out numerous times and she finally relaxes and the good news is, she took a nap. While naps are going on I get a phone call. It's the urgent care clinic we took Kylie to on Mother's day. Guess what?! It's not a virus, it's another UTI (urinary tract infection--that's number 3 for those of you keeping track at home). The good news is no hospital--yeah--we actually avoided it this time. The bad news is, more lab bills for follow-up and somewhere in this vast city there is a nephrologist and urologist who are keeping count and weighing her need for surgery. So ends Tuesday.

Wednesday comes and I know it'll have to be a better day! Emily goes to preschool, all is going well. I pick her and her friend up after school and even offer for the friend (Katelyn) to come play. During the drive back home Dallin is playing with his ball and glove key chain. At one point he says uh-oh. I turn and say what, then he says never mind. Why do I trust the three-year old? So, I pull in the driveway and get out of the car. I turn and open Kylie's door and Kate is standing over Kylie looking scared. I look at Kylie and she is choking. Now many of you know Kylie and that her choking is not that big of a deal, she does it a lot. I knew immediately that something was different. I unbuckled her as fast as I could and went into Lifeguard mode with the choking techniques flowing back into my head. I reached in for a finger sweep and my finger brushed against something hard. I whacked her a few more times flipped her and dug again and this time I know I got help from On High, because I grabbed the one-inch diameter key ring Dallin had been playing with and drug it out of her mouth. (The ball and glove were off, he kept those and it was just the ring--go figure) She screamed and even bled some, but she was breathing so I was relieved. She was breathing! I composed myself slightly and turned around on the driveway to see my gaping audience. The kids quickly recovered, I took a little longer.
That night I was making dinner when David called and said he would be late, so I gave the kids a snack (dry cereal) and turned on a movie for them. A little while later I realize they had turned their bowls over and poured the cereal dust all over the couch--Augghh! So, I start vacuuming the couches and complaining a great deal to the kids. Dallin who never seems to be phased by my tangents starts running around pretending the vacuum is a "scary monster" Heaven knows that can only lead to disaster. Of course he fell knocking his head on the corner of the entertainment center. A huge goose egg and a little more blood and lots of tears and frozen peas (our version of an ice pack) on his head and so ends Wednesday.

Thursday, my dear sweet husband has the luxury of boarding a plane and heads for Phoenix for a friend's wedding. Oh how I wanted a Freaky Friday moment, if only I could will myself to switch places...it didn't work. Thursday is pretty uneventful. Thursday night, Emily and I decide to put together a bookshelf we had purchased earlier in the day. We didn't finish, Kylie started crying. A lot. She wouldn't stop. I get the kids to bed and she finally stopped and I crash into bed around midnight. 1 am (I did have the sense to put her in bed with me) she starts again and really didn't stop until 6am. I held her and rocked her and gave her Tylenol and prayed and cried. Somewhere in there ended Thursday.

Friday morning the kids did actually sleep until 8 am which is a rarity, but a blessing, so if you add it up I got three hours of sleep. Kylie of course is asleep and doesn't wake up until 10am. When she woke up she was happy and playful and I wanted to knock my head against the wall. I decided to leave to run some errands (by this point I think I had just about gone mad), as I am buckling Kylie in the car, I finally see her right ear and there is pus gushing out of it. (A little graphic I know.) I call the doctor and here we go again. So, while I am sitting in the office with three kids I look at the doctor I don't know (of course mine is on vacation) and I say, "Dr. how did she get an ear infection--to the point of it bursting, I might add--when she is on such heavy antibiotics for the UTI?" She scratches her head and has no idea. I chock it up to the cursed week take the ear drops and go home. So ends Friday.

Saturday comes and so does T-ball. I am tired--really really tired. David is still out of town and so I get to do the two T-ball games, three kids (one with a lump on his head, one with a UTI and ear infection) all by myself. Of course I can't figure out which field we are on and of course it rains. Not enough to cancel games, no no no that would be easy, just enough rain to be miserable and muggy and soggy and muddy and gross.
David came home in the middle of the night Saturday night/Sunday morning. I got some great earrings out of the deal. He felt guilty. So ends Saturday--and that week.