Mommy Needs a Break

From Sick Kids

This has been the scene in our house for the past week.
(cozy up on the couch eating our soup and sandwiches, calling for mom, every second)

It all started on Wednesday afternon. Daxton started coughing before his wrestling practice. I thought "oh great, here we go" we go to pratice, and I am watching him with an aching heart, as he wrestles with all his strength, the whole time trying to be brave and not cry, because he can't breath and feels horrible. It was all I could do to not run out and stop him from wrestling. If daddy hadn't been there I probably would have. Thursday morning, I wake up running a fever and really dizzy, pain in my back and stomach. I was trying to lay on the bed and not move, for fear that I would puke. Then I hear Daxton crying and wheezing trying to get air. I force myself to get up and take him into the bathroom to run the shower with steam to help him breath. Sitting on the floor, holding him, trying not to pass out. I try my best to take care of Dax and Aty, most the morning. While Jayson is busy working. By 12:00, I am so sick, I beg Jayson to get Aty to sleep, so I can rest. He does, and She and I, sleep for a bit. I wake up and feel awful, I have a history of kidney infections, so I think I better call the Dr. I go in and they do some test. They say that my white blood cell count is way to high, and he is worried that I might have an appendicitis. "What?" I ask. There is no way.  I am thinking I would be in way more pain in my stomach and not my back. He is sure because of my white blood count, and some of my symptoms, that it has to be.  I finally talk him out of sending me straight over to the surgeon ready to rip my appendix out. He puts me on meds for a kidney infection and make me promise, I will go to the emergency room if I get worse. I go home, kinda nervous." We have No insurance, I don't have time for this, Dax is sick, Jayson is working, What am I going to do"?  I just pray that I am ok through the night. I make it! He has me come back the next day for a blood test again to see if my count has gone down, it has a little. So I am free to go home. Still not really sure what it wrong with me.
MEANWHILE..
I am doing my best to take care of Dax, Aty and Myself. Daxton continues to get worse. The meds I am on, are making me way sick. And by Saturday, I am thinking we need to take Dax to the Doctor. I make him an appt, but then I am way too sick to take him. So we wait another day, thinking he might be better, but No! He is still coughing like crazy and so miserable! So I take him in on Sunday, get him some meds, and the Dr has me get my blood taken again. My count is normal. Still not sure what I have. He prescribes me new meds, and we go home.
Sunday night, Tregan starts complaining of a fever, and Aty is coughing more. "Oh My Gosh! Can I get a break Please?!!"

So here we are Tuesday afternoon, Daxton has finally gone back to school today, but not without tearing my heart apart. He was crying all morning, because he still feels crappy, and doesn't want to go. So I have to be Mean Mom, and telll him he Has to go. He has missed too many day. Here I sit worried sick about him now, wishing I would have just let him stay home. Stupid School anyway.. And
 Stupid Sickness!!

Day #8, Daddy, Aty and Tregan are sick, mom is on the mend. 

Poor Aty got pushed out of her space while the boys have been home hogging the couch and her play areas. She has been getting into all sorts of mischief, while I have been trying to take care of sickies, and myself.

It's a good thing my little snow white, is so darn cute!