I'll Be Honest. . .

. . . I have kind of felt like this lately. My kids haven't been to Primary in weeks, they didn't go trick-or-treating with any of their friends, and I have spent my last few weeks in large groups covering my face and slathering myself in my hand sanitizer. I am grateful that I am doing home-preschooling with Emma so she has had less contact with children who could have possibly had contact with family members with the Swine Flu. I am a bit paranoid, but I am DETERMINED to not have our house infected with it. Ross got the vaccine at work, so that makes me feel more comfortable about kissing him when he gets home from work, although I still make him shower first. . . ;)

I actually had a scare earlier this week when Emma started throwing up. I was sure that despite all my efforts, the pig flu had caught up with us. I took her in to the Pediactrician IMMEDIATELY, and was relieved when they said her lack of coughing or a runny nose was a good indication that her flu, while miserable, was not of the swine variety. Huzzah!

The funny thing is, that despite a high fever and the throwing up, Emma seemed fine. She was talking and acting normal, would run to the bathroom to puke, and then come back and pick up right where she left off. The nurse even said she didn't think Emma was sick at all because she was being so cute and talking about the baby in Mommy's tummy. Just as the nurse was about to send me away, Emma said she had to throw up. The nurse grabbed her a puke bucket, and Emma filled it up with the granola bar and apple juice she had enjoyed in the waiting room. She believed me after that.

However, when Emma said that her back hurt, the doctor got concerned that she might not have a flu at all, but a urinary tract infection. This required a urine sample for testing. Thus began the most fun I have had all week! I spent two hours on the floor of the restroom contracting Hepatitus and holding a cup, begging my three year old to, "Please pee pee in the cuppy so you can get a special treat." No dice.

The nurse kept giving her juice boxes in an effort to hydrate her and get her to have more to work with potty-wise. Well, guess what happens when you give copius amounts of liquid to a child who has kept nothing down in the last 8 hours. . . The answer, of course, is not pee-pee in a cup, but throw up on the floor, the bucket, the sink, the toilet, and a few other awesome places for puke to be found.

After 3 hours of no luck urine-wise, they allowed me to take the cup home with me to fill when she was good and ready. I still haven't taken it back even though we did get it filled. She seemed totally fine the next day, and has been a perfectly active and sweet little girl all week, so I am just assuming it was a 24 hour bug, and she is now fine. I should probably get the cup out of my fridge though, because there are few things more embarassing than your daughter proudly showing off a cup of her ice cold urine to visitors. . .