The Plague

Gavin's entire daycare, and all the kids' baby siblings, were struck down by a nasty virus a couple weeks ago. Gavin was the last man standing, and I thought we had dodged a bullet. He had had a runny nose, so I thought that he had just caught a mild version of what everyone else had. But oooooh no, it got much worse.

He woke up on a Friday night with a fever, which was gone by Saturday morning, only to return with a vengeance in the afternoon (in true fever fashion), keeping us homebound. Poor guy was so miserable. When he woke up feeling okay again on Sunday, we hit the town to do family photos, TopGolf and lunch, and again the fever returned by the afternoon. The Millers were all here visiting, so that put a little damper on things. Dylan and Tilly celebrated their birthdays on Super Bowl Sunday, so we kept it low-key and had my parents over here for the game and dinner and birthday cake while Gavin waited out his fever and cough.

Shared Birthdays!

Poor sick guy

I made that cake. I wish I could tell you it fell on the floor, but sadly, it did not. But it was delicious!

Lunch at TopGolf!

This is how Gavin feels about selfies.

He missed candles the night before, so we did it again in the morning.

Baby Graham had been making tiny little coughs, too, but they turned into full-blown hacking coughs by Monday, and it was so, so sad. I had also been hacking up a lung or two throughout the weekend, and with two kids waking me up all night, I did not see recovery in my very near future. I knew Gavin would be okay, but he was such a bear to deal with when he was sick, and I was super worried about Baby Graham.

By Monday afternoon, the Miller clan was due to head back to Oregon, and Dylan left at the same time for a trip that would last until Thursday. I was able to sneak out to Target and TJs to stock up on diapers and food before they left, but I knew I'd have a long three nights ahead of me. So, I melted down. My first full-on meltdown since having the baby! It took about 8 weeks, but I knew it would happen at some point.

Luckily, Dylan took matters into his hands and called in the help I needed. My mom had been in the neighborhood, so she came over for a couple hours. I'm pretty conservative when it comes to medicine, but when Gavin woke up from a nap feverish and cranky, I decided it was a situation worthy of ibuprofen. It did the trick, and then Gavin happily accepted my mom's invitation to stay at her house. I happily accepted it too. (Super duper thankful for the help!)

Graham and I went down for an extra-early bedtime and caught up on some sleep. Broken sleep, but enough cumulative hours so I didn't feel like a complete zombie nonetheless. I still have a gross smokers' cough and runny nose, and Graham is fighting his too. I'm keeping a close eye on him and praying that the fever stays away and that he continues to eat well. Things are looking up, and I just have two full days to go before D gets back!