2.21.2012

It's baaaaack...

The plague, that is.  Jackson was sent home from school last Wednesday with a fever, AGAIN.  Took him right into the doctor who couldn't find anything wrong with him.  Ears looked good (at least the Amoxicillan did it's job) and his throat was fine.  Alternate Tylenol and Motrin, bring him back if it gets worse, blah, blah, blah.  I feel so, so bad for him.  He ended up missing school Thursday and Friday.  Now Jameson and I have it.  Man, I'm all for mild winters, but I feel like the germs don't get killed off.

Monday J headed back to school and I went with him on a fieldtrip with his special ed class to the Share warehouse.  Share is an organization that provides low cost food for families.  They are totally volunteer driven.  J's class was there to bag potatoes.  He didn't want anything to do with it.  The warehouse very busy with classes from other school working as well.  The forklift was scary and fascinating for J, so that's how he spent most of his time - watching the forklift take away the boxes of our bagged potatoes.

Object du Jour:  Plastic letters.  He needs to take a handful for the car ride to school every morning.

2.07.2012

Boogers and Ear Infections and Amoxicillan, OH MY!


The plague has hit this house hard!  Jackson was sick two weeks ago with a horrible cold.  Last Sunday, he started complaining he didn't feel well.  After fevers on/off and being sent home from school with a green nose faucet, I took him in to Urgent Care.  Raging ear infection.  After a week of "Does your ear hurt" today was the first day he was acting like himself.

The pic above is a little boy who crawled between my back and the couch to play with my hair and promptly fell asleep on my shoulder.  What you can't see is the line of drool running down my back.  When he would get sick when he was younger, he would crawl off somewhere like a wounded puppy and fall asleep in the oddest places.  Now when he doesn't feel well, he will only sleep in his bed or on me.  Poor guy.

This week is Feeding Tube Awareness week.  Jackson has had his g-tube since he was 18 months old. It's scary to think where he'd be without it.  He's still a skinny minnie, but at least I know that he's getting a large part of the nutrition he needs while he's sleeping.  Now that's talent!

Object du Jour:  J had to take Monkey George to school today.  I hope they remember to send him home.  Bedtime would be ugly.