Un-Happy Groundhog Day

Groundhog Day: A folklore(?) that believes that the groundhog comes out on the specified day and if it finds a cloudy day he will remain above ground, indicating the winter weather is coming to an end. If he finds sunshine, though, apparently his shadow is enough to send him underground again for another six weeks. This indicates the winter weather will remain for this time.

Even though it was cloudy on Tuesday I have spent the past 5 days feeling like the groundhog who shouldn't have rehibernated but is now stuck in a blur of well, hibernation hell.

Blurry days, long nights...

Below is the list, the go-to-most-important-paper, stick-it note, running record, oh my god where is that paper paper, my to-do-have-done list of all lists. There have been basically no other lists (no other life) in the past 7 days. Really, it was that bad!

yep, that's a partial list (of lists) of three medicines that had to be administered at the requisite times and could not be missed at all. They were needed even more urgently than they could be given so there was alot of suffering and frightened beyond belief in between doses.

Thank you aviation for the ability to travel but un-thank you for the sharing of unfamiliar, atypical, unfriendly, unforgiving, and indefinable viruses (or perhaps even something the Doctor missed?).



Not a well child.



Persia came down with a very high fever (40+Celsius) very quickly early last week. The next morning we went to the Doctor but could find nothing obvious aside from the oddly high fever and a little mucous on the chest. Hmmm. Home to administer antibiotics for the mucous (just in case that was the fever-instigator) and to endure 7 days and 6 sleepless nights, with a feverish baby (the fever never reduced below 39-40.5C the whole time), and no matter how much was done to cool my sweet child, no matter how much of my horrid list was administered, the fever remained scarily high.

There have been far too many of the same one-line responses..... 'no, sorry baby, I can't, you have a fever.'.

'Can you hug me mama?' 'no, sorry baby, I can't, you have a fever. But I can tickle/stroke/hold your hand/lie over here/fill in the blanks...'
'Cover me with the blanket, mama' 'no, sorry baby, I can't, you have a fever. But this lovely (read that to mean thin, light, cold) sheet is just for you!'
'I want hot milkies, mama.' 'no, sorry baby, you can't, you have a fever. Would you like a lemonade iceblock instead?'

'can I?' 'no, baby'
'please?' 'no, baby, sorry'



The fevers ever so slowly (like they were waiting to see if I keeled over first) abated so that yesterday they were down to the late 38's!
By this morning the fevers were predominantly gone.

The Doctor called very early to say the tests came back showing a urinary tract infection. Huh! I had discussed the possibility last Wednesday but it was swept aside! I now realise I should have insisted on testing just in case! I'm cross with myself because I normally do push. Thank goodness our usual Dr ran the tests on Friday. I'm just sorry that my poor Persia and our household had to suffer what we all did.

I'm also sorry that she has to now endure another round of antibiotics on top of the last ones!

This part of parenting is miserable.

Last night and tonight, and alot of today, I HUGGED my sweet Persia so tight, so long, so hard. I smelled her hair, kissed her little lips, and adored the closeness we had both missed, been robbed of, for so many many days. Far too long.

I love you my sweet Persia. I love my darling Romeo for being the most understanding and accepting, and caring brother and child possible during this trying time.

Hug you all day my sweet babes - all day and night. Always (except when you have such high, unabating, and unforgiving fevers)!