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I've been a little absent from the blog world recently. Last week was rough. I think if one more stress had come into my life last week I was going to run away. I don't handle stress well.  I may have mentioned that Diva was very sick a few weeks ago. Very sick. I took her to see Mr. Doctor and he said it was the RSV virus, but in older kids it acts more like a cold. He said to just watch the babies and make sure they do not have trouble breathing. forward a week and a half. Both boys started with runny noses and general crankiness. Then THE COUGH started. It was the worst sound I had ever heard. They started coughing all day and night. I don't handle stress well, but I handle no sleep even worse. We didn't sleep for days. However, me being who I am thought that I would wait a few days and see if the cough and snotty noses would clear themselves up. I grew up in a family that I remember going to see a doctor twice in my childhood. Even now I don't go much. Well, I waited to long. By Sunday Donkey was wheezing and had a fever and completely miserable. It.was.a.long.night. Monday morning I was on the phone to the doctor. I felt terrible for waiting for so long. I drag both boys into the doctor...this is the conversation as he's examining them...
Doctor: "Well, I could do the test for RSV, but it's clear that's what it is. We need to start breathing treatments. If that doesn't help we may have to put them in the hospital. Do you know how to use a nebulizer? Do you have one?"
What I really said: "No, I don't have a nebulizer and I have no idea how to use one. How long and often do they need breathing treatments?"
After patiently explaining how to use a nebulizer and going over how often and what to do he sent us on our way to a pharmacy to get the supplies. I drag Shrek and Donkey into the pharmacy to pick up the nebulizer and medicine. The woman was explaining it to me and tells me that I can't use the nebulizer back to back because it would blow the compressor. I would have to wait an hour in between.
Thankfully Nana Karen had a spare and let us borrow so that we wouldn't have to wait an hour in between treatments.
In the meantime I have purchased a Peg Perego stroller for a steal of a price off of Craigslist. I had agreed to pick this stroller up in Owasso this same afternoon. The woman was calling me while I was in the pharmacy. Ugh...I explained and promised that when I left I would be there. I still had to go pick Diva up and Aunt Bets. I was taking Aunt Bets because I didn't know this lady and I wasn't taking the risk that she was a serial killer.
Needless to say I left the pharmacy feeling very overwhelmed. My babies are very sick, I still have some stops to make, and I have court all week.  My babysitter cannot be around the boys while they are sick because her immune system can't handle it. I would feel terrible if something happened to her. She's a life line for me! Crap, what am I going to do?
I make my way to daycare and convince the lady at the front desk to bring Diva out to me so I don't have to bring two sick boys inside. I get Diva situated and head to Aunt Bets house.
Mr. Hubs calls and I lose it. I have a meltdown in the car. I went straight to the ugly cry. Crying is my outlet for a lot of things (exhaustion, frustration, anger, stress, sadness and just because I need it). Mr. Hubs hates this about me. I can't help it.
I continue my meltdown on the way to Owasso. I'm better by the time I get to the house where my new stroller is. Turns out she was not a serial killer, she was very nice and completely understood why I was so late.
I get the stroller loaded and we all head home. Mr. Hubs and I stumbled our way through the first breathing treatment with some assistance from Aunt Bets. Mr. Hubs decides to take the following day off to help me since I have court and two very sick babies. He's a saint. His mom came the next day and stayed with the boys. She's a saint too.
The rest of the week is a blur of breathing treatments and court. I was in court 4 out of 5 days last week. I was frustrated by this. Especially since I quit my job and I have been in court more lately than I was when I was working. I sent a bill this time.
So, here we are, Tuesday (I think). We have survived.
Some pluses are:
*that I found a very inexpensive babysitter that was fantastic and a life saver last week.
*My mother called yesterday. I guess she's talking to me this week. 
*I have made some important decisions about my parents. I can't keep letting them keep my life in chaos like the last month has been. 
*I don't have court this week. 
*All three of my babies are feeling better and Mr. Hubs and I have gotten a little bit of sleep. 
*I have some really fantastic friends and family.
Next week is shaping up to be a very busy and traumatic week. I will be enrolling Diva into Pre-K.


  1. I am so sorry I wasn't able to help you out last week....I will make it up by giving you a "mothers' day out....So pick a day next week and do something fun (not running errands for the family) to do for yourself.....We love you all and are here for you...Poppa Brad & nana Karen

  2. oh man..i'm so sorry! wish i would've known so i could help somehow! glad all are finally feeling better! for you!


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