It's been a busy week of puking and pooing around here. We bid farewell to that awful virus, but apparently the word is out that we have a hospitable home for viruses. Because as that one was leaving, another was making its way in. Max started with a cough late last week and by Saturday I was convinced that both he and Caden had bronchitis. Out came our nebulizer. By Sunday night, I was pretty sure they both had ear infections too. It was another night of hardly any sleep and knowing that we would be going to the doctor in the morning.
And so today we went to see the doctor (Conrad got to hang out at a friends' house rather than endure the "sick side" of the waiting room). I managed to get both kids into the office without using the double stroller. . . could we really be ready to pare down??? And we waited for about 45 minutes. Max found the seven-year-old kid coughing his head off to be very entertaining and began imitating him - except Max covered his mouth.
The doctor checked out Caden first and gave him a clean bill of health. I honestly don't know how this is possible given his hacking cough, but I was relieved nonetheless. Max got the second check and when the doctor declared that he didn't have bronchitis I smiled and said, "Oh, good." But this coupled with no diagnosis for Caden made the mommy inside of me cheer, "Yeah!!!" and turn cartwheels. The only bad news was that Max had an ear infection. It could have been way worse. The doctor did bring up the topic of fifths disease because Max had one ruddy cheek. This was put to rest when I let him know that the red cheek was just caused by Max tripping and falling into one of the waiting room chairs.
When Joe asked Max if he went to the doctor today, Max answered in the affirmative. Then Joe asked him, "What did the doctor say?". Max paused for a moment and then his sweet little raspy voice answered, "No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"