Well, today is/was surgery day. The day for Big Brother to get his tonsils out. But it didn't happen. So, yes, I'm sighing in relief. I probably shouldn't be, but I am. There is a reason why things happen the way they do, so this was a sign.
Big Brother had a fever last night around bedtime. Mild one, though one nonetheless. So, we gave him Tylenol and went about our night like we were still going. Then at 4AM when he needed more and the breathing worsened, I gave up. I gave him water and then knew that it would seal the deal b/c he wasn't supposed to have food or water after midnight.
He had/has a fever.
His head hurts.
He is lazy on the couch.
He doesn't eat--even when given the option of Fritos or cookies.
He is quiet.
These are all the signs of strep in our house. I went ahead and took him in and the ENT checked him. He put him on a stronger antibiotic and sent us home. We have to wait 10-14 days before we can go back. We are rescheduled for October 16th.
I kind of think this was God's way of letting me go and see the setting where his surgery would be taking place and meet the nurses to make sure they would be syrup-y sweet to my boy. The young nurse was precious and so nice. Also, now Daddy can probably be there and since he is the anchor in our lives, I think that will help this wimpy mama!
Thanks for your kind words. I so appreciate my blogger friends!
We continue to be busy. Showed the house yesterday. We were in their 'short list', which is what is said every time we show the house. Yadda Yadda Yadda. Blah Blah Blah.
Still am going to take a picture of Miss Bug's bday invite. Maybe I'll get a chance to do that today now that we can breathe easy for a little while. Though the date now is wrong for her bday party. It can't be the day after Big Brother's Tonsillectomy!