Reality Check

Yes, I want to go back on my little "vacation." While I was in the hospital, Spencer had a fever (actually, so did I, but I will get to that when I finally write down the birth story - I'm not ready to relive that yet). Anyway, Spencer was sick most of the time I was gone. We never let him hold the baby in the hospital, which was a little sad for him but he was very grown up and understanding about the whole situation. On Friday night, Dave called me and said that Spencer was complaining about his ear and wanted to know about getting him into the doctor on Saturday. They went and it was determined that Spencer had an ear infection and possibly strep throat (although she didn't test for it). He was given antibiotics and sent on his way. The baby and I came home from the hospital on Sunday. Monday, we took the baby in for a quick check up at her pediatrician and her weight was a little low. Tuesday morning, Dave started to not feel well, but had tons of errands to run. At lunch time, he left the 2 little girls with me while he picked up Carter from school and did all the stuff he needed to do. I survived the 2 hardest kids (of course, both were asleep most of the time he was gone). That night he had pack meeting and left me with ALL 4 kids for 2.5 hours. Again, I survived. Wednesday morning, Dave woke up with a horrible sore throat and again left me with the 2 little ones so he could pick up Carter and go to the doctor. The doctor did not check him for strep but gave him antibiotics just in case (our doctor is like that...) Thursday, Dave was not feeling well at all, but we had to take Tayla in for a weight check at the doctor. She was down another ounce, and was looking very yellow. We were told to supplement more often with more formula. Also, we were told to take her to the hospital to have them check her bilirubin levels. Dave did NOT want to do this, he was tired and achy and just needed to sleep. He dropped the baby and I off at the hospital and he took Miana to run errands. In the afternoon, he picked up Carter from a birthday party and he did Spencer's homework with him, all while I slept. Then he fell asleep, but only for about an hour. Last night, the baby decided to have her most horrible night ever. She was up from 8pm to 3:30am off and on, waking up anytime someone put her down. Dave took the 11:30 to 1:30 shift, she finally seemed to be asleep, so he took some Nyquil and was out. Of course, she woke up as soon as he put her in the bassinet, so I took the 1:30 to 3:30 shift. She then slept until 5:30. So I got up with her, fed her, and fell asleep in the chair with her downstairs. I woke up at 6:50, just in time to get Spencer's stuff packed up ready for school. I got him some clothes and got him off. (Dave woke up about this time and I sent him back to bed). Tayla woke up and wanted to eat. I am wondering if she will ever sleep. The other kids have needed what they needed this morning, which seems to be a lot when you are tired. Dave is awake, but looks so sick and is very tired. I don't know how much longer I will last and today is our day with the 3 little ones home all day. It doesn't help that it has been cold and rainy all week and that EVERYONE has runny noses. It just might be a day for reinforcements... we'll see.