Annnnd now it’s Kayleigh’s turn to be sick. Strep. Strange, though, the doctor said that Elijah having it two weeks ago, it was really too long for him to have passed it to her. All I can figure is her regular antibiotic was fighting it but maybe not strong enough and when we ran out over the weekend (oops) it really took hold. Though for all I know, I’m way off base. Who knows? Either way, she had a 102 temperature on Tuesday so we took her up to her doc who hasn’t seen her in a year (incidentally, a year ago was when we gave HER the “stomach flu”) and who would have ever thought having strep throat would be good news?
Good because it meant that we wouldn’t have to give the poor girl a catheter to get a urine sample to test for problems there. Even if she does also have something going on in her kidneys, her strep antibiotics will take care of it. Then back to normal dosages. She makes everything traumatic enough, why add real trauma if you don’t have to? She did get us all laughing though, signing “stop” when the doctor was looking in her mouth and nose.
Speaking of defiant signs, she’s also been “telling” me “no” a lot lately.
“Let’s get these pants on.”
“Please just eat this chicken nugget.”
“Let’s change your diaper.”
For being a toddler who doesn’t talk, she sure does say a lot!
But now that she’s been on antibiotics for a day and a half, she’s back to her old defiant self. She still has a rash, though. All over her back and her chest. I think I’ve heard of this accompanying strep, but never actually seen it. We really haven’t had strep around here much before.
I’m just hoping Steve and I don’t get it. I don’t want it and I don’t want him to have it because you know how men are when they are sick! I don’t know what he’s doing but I’m taking extra vitamin D! So far so good. Really, I think I would probably have had it already if I was going to get it but I’m not calling it safe until the fat lady sings.
Oh, and need I even mention the trauma of actually administering medicine to a 3-year-old? (YES I said THREE. I should also bring to mind that she got this fever and went to the doctor on her THIRD BIRTHDAY. Poor baby.) I really dislike having to pin my kid down and force feed her medicine. But it had to be done. She wasn’t drinking the milk I put it in (which is her usual delivery of her day-to-day antibiotics). Thankfully, that looks like it was just going to be the first time when she really wasn’t feeling good. As of this morning, she’s back to drinking milk and tonight even ate some food.
Now to get some sleep before she wakes me up at the butt-crack of dawn again…