Please excuse my lack of blogging these past many days, but we are in the process of trying not to die. If we were living in the 14th century (nevermind you would not be reading this on your computer or phone or whatever) I am pretty sure some dear chap would be responsible for painting a nice red cross on our front door.
Carter ran a fever for two days: Thursday and Friday. Cody spiked a fever Saturday, had two seizures that were several hours apart, and is currently on day five of running a fever. My fever arrived early Sunday morning and is still going strong. Both Husband and I are exhausted from being on what we call, high alert, for so long, watching for seizure activity. We are basically a wreck. The house is trashed beyond the typical daily clutter with the added bonus of sick people filth. It is lovely.
We managed to rally for a couple of hours on Halloween, when in a Tylenol and Motrin drenched haze, Cody enjoyed carving pumpkins with Carter and Husband. The boys also had an hour or so of trick or treating when Cody’s fever was knocked down with medicine. It was perhaps not the best mothering decision I have ever made but I was feeling bad about Cody missing his classroom Halloween party.
Tomorrow is a new day. Perhaps it will be a fever free one too. A girl can dream.