The girls have been sick, then better, then kind of sicker, then kind of better, off and on for a while now. Finally after I got home from dinner last night to find Maggie asleep on Dug's lap on the couch, and after she kept us awake pretty much all night (a king-sized bed just isn't big enough for that child), I decided it was time to take some actual action with this sickness thing.
So, I looked up their symptoms on the Internet. And then I made a pediatrician appointment.
Now, I'm sure some of you are totally floored by my laissez-faire parenting. You'd have looked it up in books at the first sniffle, Googled it two days later, had your kids into the doctor before the first week of boogers was up.
And that's because you're not the child of my mother, nor of my inlaws.
See, before Grammy was a teacher, she was a nurse. And as with many nurses, especially old school nurses, she didn't have a heckuva lot of patience for sickness. Basically, you had to meet some pretty stringent criteria to actually "be sick" under the Grammy regime, and without a fever or vomiting or an actual bone poking out of your flesh, you were pretty much guaranteed to be going to school that day.*
And Dug's dad is a doctor. They don't even have NEOSPORIN at their house. Dug's parents would have sent him to school bleeding, with a hankie to press on the wound if it didn't clot fast enough.
So neither of us is really inclined to take illness seriously enough to seek a professional. Everything in our house is treated with rest and fluids, plus aspirin if you're over five feet tall and non-aspirin if you are under. This is the second time in the entire history of my life as a mother that I've taken one of my kids to the pediatrician for anything other than a well-child checkup.
But today the internet told me I should take them to the doctor, and I always believe the internet, so off we went. And of course, my self-diagnosis of sinus infections was correct, with the bonus prize of double ear infections for everyone! Huzzah! Just in time for the holiday weekend!
An hour spent wandering around the drugstore and a small fortune that produced a huge rant in my brain about the state of health care coverage in America that I will spare you, though I had every intention of sharing it at the time. A trip home, a wrestling match with Maggie to get not only the eye drops (HATE) into her but also the special treat of ear drops (DOUBLE HATE). Do you know that she is very strong?
The live-culture yogurt will flow freely in our house, since both girls are on antibiotics for the next few days.
*Grammy hasn't been a nurse for years, and her whole philosophy has changed. As she reads this, she's melting with sympathy for her precious babies (not to mention shitting bricks at my non-parenting).