The Plague

It took Corbin 7 months to get really, truly sick. I think that's pretty good, for having a mom who works in the hospital and brings home all kinds of scary germs! He had a cough, fevers, ear infection, and I'm about 80% sure he had croup.

The best part: Thursday night I had to go back to work. Halfway through getting report, I get a text message from Brit saying "at what temperature should I be worried and call somebody?" ::headdesk:: You can't just leave it at that!!! I was freaking out. Turns out he had a fever of 102 (under the arm), so he got bundled up and taken to the on-call pediatrician (so glad we have one of those!!). They found the ear infection there and sent him home on antibiotics. Crisis averted, and he didn't have to go to the hospital. I really need to remember that not every sick kid goes to the hospital....

Still, my stethoscope got a lot of use for that week.

Poor, sick Biscuit....

Halfway through Corbin's week, Brit got sick, too. Poor baby. Especially since it was while I was still in the middle of my work week... 

On my way home from work one morning, I was thinking "Oh man, I am so lucky that I have such a strong immune system from working in the hospital!" Famous last words. I woke up that night with a lump in my throat, and the next day I was downed by a low-grade fever. Shivering under two down comforters and a dog. Love fevers.

Those are my eyes in there... 

Everyone is all better now. But it was a rough couple weeks.