Sick Days

After all the fun we had this summer, it was bound to happen.  Everyone got sick.  Of course, Lyla got the worst of it.  The frustrating part was that we knew what Eric and I had.  A cold.  We had all the symptoms.  Lyla, however, sent us on a wild goose chase (reminiscent of our Rosela days).  Out of nowhere her temp spiked to 103.   Over the next few days it even crept up to 104.    But that was her only ailment.  So, once again, we headed to the doctor to figure it out. 

I was still so sick myself that my dad made the trip with us.  Of course we ruled out Roseola since it is a one time thing.  We ruled out strep throat.  That left us with one option, UTI.   Ok been there, done that.  Nope.  In order to get a really good sample this time, they had to put in a catheter.  In my 20 month old.  At this point, I think Pop had to sit down.   Luckily it was over in a split second and there weren't too many tears.  Though a few did come from me.

A day later the results were in...not a UTI.  Must be something viral. That was the diagnosis, must be something viral. Wait it out. 

So we did and eventually we all felt better. While he wished it was on better terms, Pop got in some quality cuddle time.

Playing tea party while we waited at the doctor.

This trip deserved a sucker!

Watching Bubble Gupps with Pop.