The Week from Hell in Life

Okay so that’s being a little dramatic and while I do tend to air (is that the right use?) on the side of dramatic flare, that’s not what I want this to be all about. I swear! I have good times too!

So lets go way back to Friday. Remember how I had something to do every day of the weekend and it was gonna be madness and non-stop social fun?

While BBG had another plan.

It all started with Friday Night. We were having some friends over, one of who was in the recovery phase of a bad cold and “No longer contagious” Which I don’t know if that’s true or bullshit but I’ve 100% said the same thing myself before so I’m running with that.

At around 1 or 2 on Friday, Pam says “Smitty suggested Taco’s” and I was like “Wat?” and she goes on to tell me that I’m to cook dinner for us and our friends tonight. Not something I was expecting to do and honestly, something that pissed me off as I was not asked, just expected to cook for these extra people last minute but I had beer so I drank till I enjoyed cooking again and it really doesn’t bother me that much anymore.

So that goes well, the kitchen that I spent hours cleaning is (was) now a mess again but I go to put Elly down and she feels a little warm, I chalk it up to people being around and the extra activity and the such. The next morning when I wake up to get her out of the crib her back is drenched in sweat and she feels much hotter to the touch. Check her temp and sure enough she’s at around 98 (under the arm) so we dose her with some Advil and keep an eye on it. This goes on until Monday with the fever peaking at 99.2. The advil is enough to keep it down but she’s still crabby and not sleeping well, which means we’re not sleeping well and I slowly start to degrade into the patience of a quick burn fuse.

But the weekend is blown. No Pool and BBQ, no Canada day fireworks but I did make it out to Dad’s with her to get some fresh air, hoping that would work as her appetite continues to dwindle rapidly.

Once we get her to the Doctor on Monday he can’t find anything infection wise so he thinks it may be viral or a UTI so now, we have to get a urine sample from a 6 month old baby girl who is peeing maybe 3 times a day. Pam insists that we try that night, I get pissed off at her because she keeps pushing it and I know our baby isn’t gonna pee at a time where we can make it to a lab with the sample. She makes some snarky comment about how I think Plastic is more important than our daughter so I call her a fucking bitch (Because c’mon, guilt trip? like that, that’s fucking low in my books) but I say “Fuck it, fine, we’ll do it your way” and she backs down once I start getting aggressive but I don’t let her, she started this train lets ride!

So we bathe the baby, she goes nuclear because she’s already hot and doesn’t want to be bathed, I try cooling down the water and she gets even more mad so I soap her up, wipe her down and apologize for my outburst. Not because I was actually sorry, because I wasn’t and I’m still not, it was a bitch move and I would never say something like that to her, using our daughter as a playing piece.

But I digress. I just wanted the peace.

After the bath Pam attaches the urine bag to Elly’s yahoo and hopes for the best. 2 hours go by, all the labs are closed, and you can’t keep a sample over night because it’ll deteriorate too far to be useful. I resist the urge to say “I fucking told you so!” so now we have one bag left to try all day tomorrow (Tuesday) instead of having 2 bags because desperate attempt to make a dehydrated baby pee is desperate.

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So Pam spreads the baby-bits and attaches the bag better (it has a ‘light adhesive’) and unsurprisingly baby doesn’t like that one bit. So I’m there with a baby who’s got a bag taped to her most sensitive areas trying to prevent her from squirming too much and that goes over about as well as one would expect. Never the less we manage to get a few drops of pee actually in the bag (literally a few drops) and I take it in because even if it’s not enough, we still need to get more fucking bags.......

Thankfully, it’s enough for the office but she warns me that if we went to a Lab that they would not have been happy with the results.

Regardless of all the drama there was no sign of a UTI but she was dehydrated (Which we knew) so we’re trying to pound Pedilyte into her which tastes like boiled down Gatorade (Although apparently it’s great for hangovers?) and eventually, Wednesday night/Thursday morning the fever breaks and she’s almost back to being our little girl again.

There was a lot of fear and worry kicking around, there’s nothing like picking up your child and being like “damn, you are physically hot to the touch” and that’s mildly terrifying. She’s still a little crabby and having difficulty sleeping because of the aftershock of the fever, but her eating and peeing is back up to standard so we got that going for us which is nice.

All and all I’m super burnt out, mentally, emotionally, and physically and I really just want to take two days off and sleep in a sound proof room.

But some of my In-laws arrive today, more tomorrow and they’re here all weekend. Thank goodness I like my in-laws but I don’t know where I’m going to grab up the energy to deal with these people. I might actually just peace out after an hour and let Pam chill with them while I go and read or something…

Provided I don’t have to make dinner for them ;)

Mood: Bitchy & Tired