Why on earth is that banner flashing that today is my birthday? Is it June 13th already?

I must have caught a second wind.. I am feeling almost perky. Note I wrote almost ::grin:: Paul and I were discussing all the medications that have been prescribed for the girls. I think we will be holding a lot of them back until they each get over their respective cold/ear infection. I know I am pretty concerned as to how much medication they have. It's almost disturbing.. I would hate to give them stuff they *really* don't need.

So tired.... :::::yawning::::::: Must sleep soon...

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Oh God - let me try to recap all the events of last night. WARNING: This will be a very long post. Ya know, I thought it was weird that Miss O fell asleep on me yesterday. I had put her down to sleep in her bed after holding her for about 20 minutes. I was a little worried she would wake up when I put her down - but she gave me a sweet smile, rolled over and went right back to sleep. I had to wake her up at 3pm so we could get Moira at the bus stop. I noticed Olivia was a bit flushed but I attributed that to her sleeping on her face while napping. By 430pm, she was laying, belly down on the couch, resting her. Took her temperature at 515pm - 102.8. Crap. I dosed her up with Motrin. We eat dinner. Olivia ate an amazingly good dinner (I should haven known better). I really needed to go food shopping and I had planned on taking Moira with me. There was a project handed out for school, involving the local supermarkets and the alphabet. Whoever completes it gets a prize from the supermarket and the school. Paul decided to take the girls and do that while I food shopped. Oy. An hour later, they have found most of the letters (hidden throughout the supermarket) and I am ready to leave. I help them find a couple more letters and we are done. They go to the courtesy desk for Moira's prize. I am in line, checking out. $226.00 later and I am on my merry way home. I get in the door and Paul had gotten the kids ready for bed. We get the car unloaded and groceries put away. Olivia wanted me to hold her - was very fussy. Paul tucked Moira in bed while I was holding Olivia. As I am on the couch with her, she instantly falls asleep (passes out) on me. I take her temp again. 103.8. I called the doctor. Obviously not in the office at 930pm. After speaking to the nurse answering service, it was decided to go to the ER. While I am talking to the nurse, Paul is holding Olivia. She was complaining that her tummy hurt and she was going to "splurp". I get off the phone and start packing the diaper bag. Then it happens. BARF. Olivia barfed all over Paul. She freaks out and is crying and barfing some more. He zooms into the bathroom with her and starts getting her cleaned up. I go in and try to help. Barf is the ONE thing that really "gets" to me. SO - I am gagging and trying to clean. Olivia starts barfing some more and Paul just kinda threw me out of the bathroom (thankfully). Fast forward 30 minutes. Olivia is cleaned up and so is Paul. The bathroom is still oogy but Paul said he would take care of it. I drove with Olivia to the ER. The hospital is about 6 minutes from my house. We get there at 1035pm. It was packed. ::sigh:: Olivia was pretty zonked out - all sweaty and very sleepy. We weren't seen by the triage nurse until 1115pm. He takes some info and wants to take her temperature. Rectally. Oof. Olivia is not usually that cooperative about rectal thermometers. Never has been. The bonus was that she was so out of it, she didn't realize what happened until it happened to her. 103.3 More Mortin. We wait for a few more minutes and then we are called into the ER. 1130pm. We are shown into a little curtained room. And we wait. And wait. AND wait. To the ER's credit, they were really busy. There is no chair in the room so I am sitting on the gurney/bed, holding Olivia, who is sleeping like a log. Poor baby - so tired. When one barfs up dinner, one tends to get sore and tired. While waiting, there are several people around me, in mysteriously curtained off areas. One woman is moaning "Ai yi yi.. I need something for the PAIN" about every 2-3 minutes. There is an old person ( I think a woman) who was calling out "Help", "God Almighty" and "Get me down" approximately every 6-10 seconds for 90 minutes. She would get moan, get progressively louder and then moan some more. Poor old bitch. I felt bad for her. I felt worse for the people sitting next to her. I was about 2-3 "rooms" over. Apparently, she was in restraints because she kept trying to get out of bed and would fall to the floor. She was also trying to take her diaper off. God - I hope I don't get like that when I am old. I hope Paul just puts a pillow over my face at that point. A nurse comes in and wants to take Olivia's temperature again. Rectally. As I undo her diaper, Olivia figures out what's going on (she's no dummy) and starts to scream. Luckily, the nurse is FAST and we get it. 101.5 - and that's AFTER the Motrin the triage nurse gave her. The ER doc finally comes in. Nice guy. He apologized for the delay in seeing us. He checks Olivia's nose, ears, mouth, chest, etc. Her ears are a bit red, according to him. We discussed her medical history. Olivia has Vesicoureteral Reflux. (Urine normally flows in one direction -- down from the kidneys, through tubes called ureters, to the bladder. Vesicoureteral reflux (VUR) is the abnormal flow of urine from the bladder back into the ureters). It pretty much resolved itself with the help of antibiotics - took about a year. (She has been hospitalized 2 times due to high fevers, dehydration and UTI's). The doc thought is would be best if we tested for a UTI. We needed a urine sample. The nurse came back in and "bagged" Olivia. Imagine a plastic bag with adhesive. You can guess where it was placed. You can imagine how thrilled Olivia was to have this done. Luckily, the nurse brought in stickers and a cup of Jello. Olivia was now her new buddy. What can I say? My kid is easy to con! I had brought a couple books, sippy cup, bottled water and a deck of cards in the diaper bag. Olivia was fussing about the bag. I told her she could take it off after she peed in it. She drank alot of water while we played with the cards. She finally peed about 30 minutes later. I take the bag off and give it to the nurse. Enough in the bag to bring to the lab for tests. We finally got the results at 250am. Negative. No UTI. Thank God. We get a script for amoxicillan and we are outta there! Home by 3am. She's in bed by 320am. Paul tucked her in and sang "You are my Sunshine" to her. ::smile:: He comes out and we discuss the events of the night/morning. Moira had gotten up when Olivia barfed and she didn't get back to bed until 1130pm. She has this cough that isn't quitting. It's a nasty cough. I kept her home today. She is still coughing. Poor damn kid. Olivia is a bit perkier this morning. I didn't get to bed until 345am. Moira woke me up at 730am, wanting to go to school. Nope. She's not too upset about it. Olivia woke up at 930am. Guess who will be napping today? Hopefully, ALL of us. Paul went to work this morning but is hopefully taking a half day. I am beat. I don't think I will be going to school tonight. Not on 4 hours of sleep. No effing way...