I'm not quite sure how I've managed to go so long without posting. The holiday has been a mixed bag around here.
On the up side, Miss D had a wonderful time opening all of her gifts and was 100% on board the Santa train this year which was so much fun- not to mention a fabulous behavioral tool.
On the down side, I noticed her voice sounded funny. She never complained of pain and never had any other symptoms, but when I finally thought to look at her throat her tonsils were super swollen and covered in white junk. Husband took her to the doctor the day before Christmas Eve and the nurse practitioner said that if Miss D's tonsils got any bigger she would not be able to breathe.
So she got a prescription for steroids and woken up several times in the middle of the night as I checked on her to make sure she was still breathing.
On Christmas Day both Husband and baby started acting sick- albeit with completely different symptoms. Yesterday was the worst for baby. He was barely eating and had a terrible cough. A bunch of thick goo he couldn't get out. Last night it finally hit me. Nothing like caring for a sick baby when you feel like shit.
As of this afternoon we all seem to be on the mend. And I am just relieved that we are all relatively unscathed. There is nothing like a sick child to make you feel utterly helpless. ugh