It was an ordinary Friday.
Amelia turned 7 months.
Will played 'Number 4.' And by 'played,' I mean he slid all the pieces in while saying, "I going to block you." When it comes to board games, we're getting there.
"Here, 'Melia, you can play, too."
But breakfast and playtime aside, we all know that it was not an ordinary Friday. Not even close.
Words cannot adequately express the sadness. Or how lucky I feel to have these two monkeys.
Then, overnight, Amelia got sick. I don't get to wear my doctor hat often, but after Amelia barked like a seal, I knew something was wrong. I brought her to the pediatrician and was told she most likely had a virus that would run its course. She has been miserable.
Since Amelia has to stay in, that means Will does too. He's been slightly cooped up.
"Look, Mommy, I kinda like a ghost!"
"Read this to me, Mommy!"
Last night, after her fever hit 102, I brought Amelia to an urgent care center. She was diagnosed with a bacterial infection and placed on antibiotics. Then we followed up at the pediatrician's today and got a real diagnosis.
Would you believe me if I told you this girl was diagnosed with RSV this afternoon?
We were sent home with a nebulizer and are doing treatments at home.
And hoping, hoping, hoping she feels better soon. At least in time for Christmas. I mean, can you imagine??