Still Kickin

My inbox is on fire! No, I was not abducted by aliens. Thanks for your concerns though.

It has been anything but quiet around Casa De Cici over the last five days.

Let's see. Thursday, as you know was my birthday. I received some awesome gifts, emails and cards. I also was the person of honor at a party on Thursday night. A good time was had by all.

I woke up Friday to a hangover and a head cold. I battled that all day Friday and Saturday, and then, Anthony got sick.

He started out Saturday with a techni-color yawn, and has yet to stop. I spent my weekend forcing Pedialyte down his throat, only to have it come back on me time and time again.

We were at the Pediatrician by 8 this morning, only to wait for 45 minutes. Ever tried sitting in a hot waiting room with a screaming, feverish toddler on your lap? I seriously thought I was gonna flip.

By the time we were called and placed in a 3x3 room with no ventilation, Anthony was in full on freak out mode. He was screaming, dry heaving and crying tearless tears ( he's a touch dehydrated.) When the Dr. finally came in, he examined him and found nothing, other than tenderness on the right lower quadrant. What does that mean? He's not sure.

Gee, I could have diagnosed THAT. I love 'not sure' disease. I think it's the easy out for medical professionals. " We're not sure what's wrong with him. That will be $20 please."

So where does that leave us? I am typing this, Mr. Vomit is passed out cold on the couch next to me. The Pediatrician gave him a shot of anti-nausea medication, in hopes of calming his tummy. As an added bonus, the medication also acts as a sedative. The child is snoring like a lumberjack.

I should expect a call from the Pediatrican within the next few hours. If Anthony wakes up and is still screaming from pain, off to the ER we go for an ultrasound. Maybe he swallowed a Lego? Maybe his appendix is about to burst? As of now, it's wait and see.

In addition to my poor baby being sick, I am fighting an ear infection and head cold.

And to add a nice big bow to the package, I am holding a boarding pass for a flight that leaves in a little over 72 hours. Should I stay or should I go? Should I join The Clash?

Again, it's wait and see.

Join us next time for the continuing saga of crusty ear girl and vomit boy.

Cici