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Ever wonder what your 1 1/2 year old would look like with a 106 degree fever? Yeah, me neither. I hope I never have to see that one again.

So we have this virus at our house that is attempting to kill off my children one by one.

Two trips to the dr's office for non-breathing kids and last nights run to the ER. Plus two full bottles of childrens motrin and another of tylenol. (Some antibiotics that are probably doing nothing.) Plus countless breathing treatments, constantly running humidifiers, vicks, steamy bathrooms and extending the kids Christmas vacation an extra week.

I'm so tired.

Also, I'm extremely grateful for modern medicine.

I keep thinking about how kids used to die from croup all the time and how scary that would be. I think I can safely say that if it weren't for modern treatments and medicines we would probably have a few less kids at this point.

I am happy to live during these times. Though they be the 'last days,' and the state of the world scares me silly, there are certainly great advantages to living now. Like all of my kids. Breathing, getting better, and having the energy to pretend to be Speed Racer.

Comments

Barbaloot said…
Sorry about the sickness and health scares! Glad they're back on the mend.
Emmy said…
So sorry! Hope everyone is able to get better soon.. I know I wouldn't be around if it wasn't for modern medicine, I had open heart surgery at five years old.
marisa said…
i am so sorry...what a way to spend your b-day week...today is mine and i had to drag a kindergartner to school crying...i too am grateful for modern meds!
Rhonda said…
I would have precisely TWO less children if croup and asthma wasn't easily helped at an ER closeby. I too am very grateful!
Rachel Sue said…
I start to freak out at 103. I can't even imagine. Try and sleep. And I agree. So glad we live when we do.
That Girl said…
Been there. Done that. No fun.

I like medicine, too.
Claire said…
You're so unselfish. Cos my blog entry would have featured how much I hated kids' illnesses and how they affected me.

I'm kinda into me.
Amen and amen.

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