Last month I hosted a baby shower for a sweet friend.  I had a blast hosting.  A very talented friend took pics at the shower and here are some of my fave shots...

My last blog was all about how someone in our house is always sick or injured.

That is still true.

Monday night/Tuesday morning Nic and I spent 9 hours in the ER after he knocked his noggin falling out of a playground climber.  I had no idea how awful head traumas could be, and even though his concussion is not bad by any medical measure, it still has him suffering nausea, headaches, and sleepiness.  

This afternoon I took the babies to their Doc.  Double ear infections.  For both of them.  I now have three bottles of antibiotics in my fridge for three different boys.

I am ready for a season of healthy.  Ready for everyone to be good. 

We have gotten the major sickies out of the way for the season and so should be good until Spring, right?  Isn't that how it works?

I know it isn't.  And I know several families close to us struggling through long-term diagnoses.  I will not take for granted that time and meds will fix up my babies just fine.  I will not take for granted that we have insurance that covers 99% of our doctors visits, ER visits, prescriptions, and have a nurse line to call with questions.  I will not take for granted all those good things and healthy times.

Having four kiddos means that probably we will have one kid sick most of the time.
Actually, I am going to count teething, runny noses, and headaches as "sick" so that I can confidently say four kiddos means that someone in our house is sick at any given time.
At the moment this is what we have going on in our house:
Nic has bronchitis/sinusitus.  His visit to urgent care on Sunday got him a confirmation of a nasty bug and a trio of meds.
Em woke up puking and has developed a stubborn and nasty fever (off to the doctor tomorrow morning).
Ande is teething (?) and running a low grade fever along with an acute case of the restless grumpies. He has also figured out that he can, if he wants, spit out any and all medicine.  Cool.
I spent last night on the couch with Em on puke watch.  Em does not sleep well any where but his bed, but that was airing out (ick, I know), so that he rested for five hours was pretty good.  He was at least good to cuddle and watch a movie while refusing to sleep.  Today I feel like I am constantly wiping noses and booties, chasing someone to get a temperature read, keeping track of who got what medication when and what and when they need again, cleaning (yay Lysol), and doing laundry.
Major respect for the nurses of the world.  Care taking is not my strong suit.  And any care taking involving vomit clean-up...nope.  Not where I excel.
It could be worse...we could all be sick.
Ugh.
Hopeful that the icks pass, that the Lysol kills the bugs and that the daily Thieves Oil mouth rinse keeps me healthy.