Sick

Sophia is at school and Amelia is playing at a friend's house this morning, so I'm going to grab my little baby and take a loooong nap. I think all the sleep deprivation and anemia and just general run-down of having three kids and working has taken a toll on me, and I officially have no immune system. Henry and I are both sick with some sort of crummy virus - fever, headache, coughing, etc.

Yesterday afternoon when Henry woke up from his nap at 4 p.m. with a temp of 101, I called our pediatrician, who told us to go straight to the ER. I was bummed, because I knew it meant a full sepsis work up, including a spinal tap, for our baby. But I was already feeling mega guilty for getting him sick in the first place, so off to Children's we went.

Thankfully, although we were there forever in the end, they were wonderful. They immediately put us back in a private room, so we didn't have to deal with the germy waiting room. The nurse and doctor we had were wonderful. And Henry was as happy as he could be - cooing, smiling, sleeping, nursing, and enjoying my undivided attention. His chest x-ray and bloodwork came back indicative of a virus, so we were spared the spinal. And finally around 10:30 p.m. we were headed home, SO thankful that he was okay and we didn't have to stay!

Now, naptime!