Today was yet another adventure in mommyhood. First of all I am still working off the festivities of last night, so the majority of my day was spent in somewhat of a fog. I think as long as I continue to eat mass quantities of food I'll be ok by tomorrow. We started off our morning with a visit to the ear, nose, and throat doctor for me. I've had the feeling like something is stuck in my throat for about a year now, and being prego was my initial excuse to prolong having it checked out. Now that I no longer have that going for me I decided it was time to suck it up and get it over with. Oh yeah, Taylor went with me because the daycare was closed. Let me just say there is really nothing quite like having a scope threaded through your nose and down your throat all while trying to hold a squirming kid. Fortunately there's nothing wrong with me (I had already chosen Tori Spelling to play me in the Lifetime movie about my battle with the cancer I just knew I had) other than acid reflux. And joy, it will get worse after every pregnancy I have! It's a wonder that Duggar lady even has an esophagus left.
After we got back home I realized that the occasional cough that Taylor has was actually sounding a little phlegmy. Then I noticed that her little chest sounded pretty congested; so I called our pediatrician. Is it bad that the scheduling lady and I are on a first name basis nowadays? I have to give you the play by play of the phone call, because if you really consider it, the whole thing was quite ridiculous on my part.
Me: Hi, this is Jenni Robinson, Taylor is sounding kinda congested and rattly (yes, that's a technical term) in her chest. Do you think I ought to bring her in?
Receptionist: Jenni, I am not allowed to give medical advice. I'm only allowed to schedule the appointments (translation - I'm not a doctor, and I don't even play one on TV. Why in the hell are you asking me?).
Me: Ok, well if it were your kid, would you bring them in?
Receptionist: Probably, but I bring my kid in for anything.
Me: Fine, book us.
Seriously? I feel a little embarrassed now for kinda putting her on the spot like that, but I really do feel like we live at that doctor's office. I guess I was just looking for a little justification. So, we headed to the pediatrician and of course, thirty minutes before we left the house she stops coughing and has absolutely no sign of congestion. Thankfully the nurse practitioner wanted to err on the side of caution and did an RSV swab before we left. Lo and behold it came back positive. We came home with a crazy looking torture device so that we can administer her inhaler that was prescribed and a lovely humidifier for her to sleep with. And as kids always do, the minute we stepped out of the doctors office she was coughing and sounding cruddy all over again. Either way, my point is that sometimes paranoia pays off.
So now we just have to get our little Munkie through the holiday hell all the while being cruddy and congested. She normally goes to bed around 7:30, and tonight we duked it out until 9:00 before she finally went to sleep. The only thing that finally helped her was sitting in the bathroom with the hot water running in the shower. And to think, some people actually pay money to sit in hot steamy rooms!
No, that's not Linda Blair, nor is she posessed (even though she has been acting a little posessed since she got sick). Taylor tried peas the other morning and hated them!