This is a good news, good news, good news, bad news post.
The first good news is that Francis is feeling much better. She hasn’t had a fever in days, and her appetite has returned in full. The second good news is related: I don’t think I got strep from the other night’s unorthodox maneuver. The third good news is that on my day off yesterday, we finally bought and assembled bunk beds. Francis has long wanted bunk beds, and we’d been planning on putting her and George in the same room to free up a room for the baby. The bunks are great, and they’re already outfitted with Spider Man and Dora sheets.
The bad news is that George fell out of them yesterday and broke his collarbone. Before you go blaming the bunk beds (or the parents), know that he fell out of the bottom bunk while sleeping. We heard a thump around 10:00 last night and saw that he had fallen out of bed. Unable to console the usually stoic George, we started getting worried after an hour of wimpering. We couldn’t feel anything obviously wrong, and eventually he calmed down and went back to sleep. He woke again every couple of hours, and just wasn’t the same kid we’re used to.
Sure enough, an x-ray this morning showed that he broke his left clavicle. He has a brace that pulls his arms back, so now he struts around like a professional wrestler.
Francis has had a difficult few days. Her last solid meal was on Christmas day (when she ate an entire steak at Hunk and Jerry’s house in Clarendon). She’s had a fever for most or all of the intervening time. The Urgent Care center told us that she had bilateral pneumonia, strep, and ear infection, and possibly a UTI. After an evening with a kind ER doc, it turns out that some of those diagnoses may have been exaggerated, but I want to talk about Francis’s nose right now. She was blocked up and unable to breathe comfortably last night. She couldn’t sleep, and she hasn’t developed an effective nose blowing technique. Sally tried to use the suction bulb, but it didn’t reach the problem.
If you have a queasy stomach, you should stop reading now. Other people might have run a steamy tub to try to loosen it up. More medication was also an option. We eschewed these modern solutions and reached deeply into our frontier traditions. I sucked Francis’s nose clean with my mouth, and then spit the offending snot out. No one enjoyed it, but it helped. The device pictured above is made by a Swedish company called Nosefrida. I am ordering one today.
January 2, 2009 - 3:56 am
now that's true love!
January 3, 2009 - 4:37 am
Oh My WORD!!
January 3, 2009 - 9:37 pm
Nice job Matt. You have to take care of your kids, even when the solution is not socially acceptable.
January 7, 2009 - 10:49 pm
Wow. It's official. You are dad of the year. Maybe of the decade. What the heck, of the century!
December 18, 2008 - 12:27 am
Two questions: When are you due? Why do you have a catsuit? Congratulations! You two breeding, verrry gooood.
December 19, 2008 - 3:00 am
Dear Lord, let me clarify. I am NOT wearing a cat suit. 🙂 That would be a enormous over the belly maternity shirt combined with black sweat pants – a very sensible and comfortable maternity staple. 😉 It's just all glammed up in this b/w foggy pic. And yes, we are great breeders. Thank you.
December 20, 2008 - 7:08 pm
hello, love! all i have to say is…your baby is due three whole months before mine is…and i ALREADY have a feaking belly. UGH! strangely, i have not gained much weight (a good thing), but the belly is too big for a 13-weeks prego with baby numero uno mommy…love you all t. One of the worst things about being pregnant is getting sick. You are banned from all effective meds and are left to fend for yourself. In the last 24 hours, I have consumed ridiculous amounts of hot tea with honey and find myself looking at two empty boxes of PuffsPlus. Nevermind, the back pain every time I cough and the heartburn. Let’s just say, pregnancy is not for wimps. |
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by Sally
America - My answer is that government insurance if so called "socialized medicine" sucks. Poor George his parents made him sleep all night with a broken clavicle because as my dad says if it ain't black it ain't broken Ame!
Sally - Yes, yes… your father and mine – ha! I'm the daughter of an ER doctor and I can tell some "awesome" horror stories. When I was about 8 years old I broke my arm just as my dad was pulling up from a long day at work. He looked at it, decided I had broken it, and decided he was too tired to go back to work. So… he duct taped it to an old desk name plate he had and we went in the morning. Who does that? 😉 I survived though…
Kristen - LOL, sally. that's the funniest story ever. That's so sad about Georgie.
America - Who does that? Your dad only!!! Seriously that is scary! My dad took me in I think it was three days later when I would not shut up!