Thanksgiving

Boy...I wish I had some awesome Thanksgiving pictures to share with you all, but I don't. Wanna know why? Well, I'm going to tell you anyway. But I will try to give you the condensed version. :)

I picked Blair up from school around 2:30 Wednesday afternoon. Her teacher met me at the door with a very solemn look on her face and she was shaking her head. I knew that couldn't be good. So when I entered the classroom and saw Blair lying on her cot with bright red cheeks, I knew she was sick. I called the pediatrician from daycare, but they closed at noon for the holiday - of course! So I turned and headed towards Childrens Healthcare of Atlanta's urgent care center in Morrow. I called to make sure they were in fact open, which they were. When I inquired as to the wait time, the receptionist chuckled and said 2 1/2 hours minimum. So I turned around and went to this other urgent care center near my office. I knew it would be empty, and Blair was burning up. In the meantime, I called Brian and told him he'd be going to our first Thanksgiving celebration alone - we were supposed to go to my sister-in-law's for a scrumptious dinner with her sweet family.

Her temp when we got there and got checked in? 104.7. They did a strep test, which was negative, and her ears were fine. The doctor thought it was probably a sinus infection, but had chest x-rays done just in case. Blair was fairly certain that the x-ray machine was going to eat her alive...getting 2 clear x-rays of her took about 6 tries. The doctor wrote us a prescription for amoxocyllin (SP?) and sent us on our way.

We got the scrip filled and headed home. We had been there for about half an hour when the doctor called. He hadn't seen anything on her x-rays, but sent them to a pediatric radiologist just to be sure. The pediatric radiologist called him right back with a diagnosis of pneumonia. Nothing changed, just keep a close watch over her and give her the antibiotics and she should be well within a few days.

Now, since Blair was born so prematurely and has had breathing issues since birth, we've always been warned that her asthma plus pneumonia would mean hospitalization. I didn't remember that until I told the doctor that I understood and didn't have any questions. Then I had a complete and total meltdown. My dear, sweet friend BBB, who is also a nurse, came to the rescue once again when I called her in hysterics. She calmed me down and told me what to do, since I had lost all will to think for myself. Then Brian finally called me back (I had called him first pre-meltdown, but I knew they were eating so I tried to remain calm...didn't work) and gave me further instruction. I called both our pediatrician and pulmonologists' after-hours numbers.

The pulmonologist called me back first. He went through a laundry list of questions, and about half-way through the Q&A, Blair started singing twinkle-twinkle little star at the top of her lungs. I believe the question he asked before the song was "does she seem to be breathing OK now?" He laughed and said that she seemed fine. So we were given further instructions to keep her home and watch her closely.

Flash-forward to the next morning. No fever, all smiles and giggles from the Boog. And it's been like that since Thursday. I am SOO thankful that she's OK! But she and I did miss out on all the Thanksgiving festivities, so no pictures. I swear this sweet child has an internal clock that alerts her to weekends and holidays, because that's when she always seems to get sick! Lord please let us all be healthy this Christmas!