People/Things that don't care if you've got strep throat and haven't slept in many, many days:

10/9/09

Exhibit A:

"Pay attention to meeee!!"

Exhibit B:

"I'M HUNGRY!!"

* The laundry, which has taken on a life of its own and is threatening to take over the lower right quadrant of the house, the living room sofa, the kitchen sink (soaking several items with spit-up, medicine, and/or poop) and the hampers, which I believe have just exploded

* The dishes--same situation as the laundry, only even more widespread

* Preschool--the show must go on, even if I still have not managed to get dressed by the 12:30 pm drop-off time

* Mark's work/church calling/video game/car repair needs--last week was his week to be on-call, meaning he'd leave for work an hour early to round at the hospital, weekends included. Dr. Newbold was SO NICE and took all the midnight calls for him, though. Thank-you, you sweet, sweet man! But every spare hour I think I'm going to have with Mark gets sucked up by the vortex of church, gaming, fiddling with his car and doing work for my dad in Hurricane. Wah!

* Errands--the Apocalypse could be upon us and you would still find me trying to scramble to the post office and grocery store one more time, and then complain that I still needed to go home to balance the checkbook and go through the mail.

* Etc., etc., etc.

So I got strep throat last Saturday night. The baby was eight days old. No, it was not fair. I had to wait until Monday before I could make it to the Instacare for a strep test, which came back positive, so I got some antibiotics. When I called Mark to tell him, he talked things over with Dr. Newbold about signs of strep to look for in a newborn. One of the things was a peri-rectal rash, and a little light bulb went on in Mark's head. Madelyn had a rash just like that, which she'd had for over two weeks and wasn't responding to other treatments. So off to the clinic we went to get a culture, which sure enough, tested positive for strep also. (Yay!!..SIGH)

Then it was back over to the pharmacy to get her prescription filled, which turned out to be this thick, gloppy, sour smelling stuff that we had to force her to drink twice a day. She'd gag it all over the place, and it also caused her some diarrhea, thus creating more laundry. We were back at the clinic yesterday for Luke's two week checkup, so we begged for a different antibiotic for Madelyn. So far, this one is better, but we're still having to use some hefty bribes to get her to take it. Oh, well.

Our little Luke is doing great! He's fattening up--he'd gained a pound since his three day checkup, so now he's 7 lbs. 3 oz. Dr. Newbold couldn't even hear his heart murmur anymore, so we're all hoping that the holes have already closed up on their own and he won't have any problems from here on out. He even slept right through the heel prick for his PKU screening. What a man! He is so adorable and we're enjoying him so much.


However, things that would ordinarily require one afternoon take me an average of oh, two to three lunar cycles to accomplish now (lunar cycle: 29.5 days). I had forgotten that about having a new baby in the house. It's driving me nuts! And I had some good momentum going that first week until Mr. S. pyogenes came for a visit. I guess the universe had different plans for me. Apparently, no new mother should be allowed that much verve.

¡Olé!