A Few of My Least Favorite Things

For the most part, I love motherhood. There are a few things, however, that I really dislike. I don't like potty training, teaching a child to ride without training wheels, and deciding when to go to the doctor. (Being a nurse doesn't help.) A few weeks ago, Savanah had a low grade fever and cough for a few days. I finally decided to take her to the doctor knowing he would just pat me on the head, take the co-pay, and tell me she was fine. Well, in reality, she was diagnosed with pneumonia. She had major sinus drainage, fluids in her lungs, and possibly strep. We even had to go to the radiology department in the hospital for a chest x-ray. He put her on high powered antibiotics, steroids, two other medications, nebulizer treatments every 4 hours, and gave a stern warning that any chest pain must be seen by a doctor immediately.

Did I mention this all happened over spring break? This is how Savanah spent her first spring break. She laid on the couch for the most part.

By that Sunday, she seemed to be feeling better and she had been an antibiotics for two days so we knew she wasn't contagious. We took her to church only to have her start coughing in the middle of the meeting. You know when you cough so hard that you just about gag? That was her. I felt everybody was giving me the "why-did-you-bring-a-sick-child-to-church" look. Add this to my list of dislikes: when a child doesn't show any symptoms of illness until you are out in public.

She is doing better now. It took her a few weeks to really regain her strength and energy. She was really emotional and would become angry at the smallest things. Aaron blamed that on the steroids. He figured it was "roid rage".

She is happy to report that she lost her front tooth. Now she whistles every time she ways the "S" sound. She loves these jeans with holes in the knees. She told me they make her look older, like seven.

I'm not going to argue with that.