In the first few days we were in Mexico Eleanor developed some vile diarrhea as well as a nasty diaper rash. I thought that they were just bizarre side effects of a whacked out schedule and strange milk so we went to the infirmary and got her some cream for he tush and started her on the clear liquid diet. The next afternoon I noticed what the problem really was, she got a new tooth. From then on it was the Mexican tooth and it made her a bit irritable.
We survived Mexico and the Mexican tooth, but none of her symptoms really went away. Last week I noticed that there was another tooth coming through, this one looked like a molar, and it was ugly. Then I noticed there was another one on the other side pushing its way through her little gums, and another one still. Her poor gums are so red and puffy I want to take a diazepam just looking at them. She is crabby, and clingy, and drooly, and it is kind of killing me.
So I have been spending my days carrying her around and singing to her and then drugging her when I need to get something done around the house. We seem to be on the mend, or at least getting used to this new routing when Tim came home to throw a wrench in it.
One of the souvenirs we brought home from Mexico was a case of the sniffles. My throat has been sore since Saturday, and the girls' noses have been running off and on since we got home. We seem to be on an upswing but Tim came home today and announced that he is "deathly ill". I had asked him to stop at the grocery store on his way home and he bought some ridiculous cold medicine (which he has yet to take) then told the girls that eh couldn't kiss or hug them since he is so sick. (A little dramatic, don't you think?)
So I finished dinner and put the kids to bed while he laid in bed and whined. He pouted a bit when I suggested that smoking was not really helping his illness, and went back to bed, he has been sleeping ever since. Now he is staying home from work tomorrow so he can get in my way and "heal" so that he can "get back on his game". Oy!
So tell me, what is worse an ailing kid or a sick husband?
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I can totally relate to the teething thing...I swear that since the *day* my husband left, for the past 3 weeks, she's been teething none stop. So far we've cut the last 2 incisors, but I can see the molars are swollen, and the poor kid's nose is running to all get out. Shit!
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