** Beginning the last week of March, Annie gets very sick (104+ fever, vomiting, lethargic...miserable)
** Annie goes to the doctor, is given an antibiotic for a sinus infection. (Mommy argues with pharmacist about galactosemia and milk - real bonehead pharmacist).
** Annie continues to get sicker. Back to the doctor.
** Doctor asks for a urine sample (anybody ever try to get a urine sample from an un-potty-trained, toddler?) and Annie gets a chest xray (not as bad as it sounds, and she got a really cool sticker) and a new antibiotic. (Pharmacist this time is delightful, not a bonehead.)
** Annie's xrays show that she has pneumonia. Annie is still miserable (and at this point, no one in the house has slept much for a week). And new antibiotic is nasty stuff :(
** Annie was still sick when we were supposed to be at a lovely bennefit luncheon for HER -- the local Knights of Columbus and Ladies Auxilliary hosted a Card Party, with proceeds benefitting Annie Meek's Medical Fund (because, of course, aside from pneumonia, Annie is still galactosemic, and we are still unemployed, and barely insured...)
** Mommy decides to take Annie to the fundraiser luncheon for "just an hour" so that everyone can meet her, and her Grandma's could spend some time with her - with the intention that Daddy would come pick her up shortly after and take her home for more rest.
** Mommy, Annie, Grammy F, Grammy M, Janette & Lorna, all go to the Card Party. We get to our beautiful table, special just for Annie -- and we're not there 5 minutes before Annie takes a tumble out of a booster seat, head first onto the concrete floor. All happening less than an arms reach of Mommy, Grammy, and a pile of women anxious to meet Annie.
** Annie was excited about the toys on the table for her, and somehow while waving them around flipped sideways out of the booster, landed square on her forehead, her head stayed stationary as I watched her little body flop over backwards. (I can honestly say, there is my life, before that fall, and after that fall, I will never get that image out of my head.)
** We had to leave the luncheon early, and Daddy, Mommy, Grandpa M, & Annie all headed for the emergency room. The doctor there was concerned (I was kinda hoping we'd be sent home immediately with an "it's a bruise, don't worry") enough to order a MRI.
** So now on her 4th trip to a doctor or hospital in so much as a week, Mommy and Daddy watched helplessly as Annie was put into a little baby papoose (straight jacket) and put into a scanner. (this was defintitely far worse than the chest xray)
** Finally some good news, the scan showed that Annie's fall did just result in a super duper bruise, and we were sent home.
** Overwhelmed and exhausted, we were anxious to get home, get Annie better (in all kinds of ways!) and just try to get back to normal for a while.
** That was Sunday night.
** Monday afternoon, I'm walking down the basement steps with some laundry, thinking "MAN, I have gotta clean that litter box, it reeks" and about halfway down, I realize...our things are floating by.
** The village sewer has backed up into our basement...there was at least half a foot of sewer slop sloshing around in our things, my laundry baskets of clothes, our baby items stored, our shelving, our books...
** I look down the stairs at the slop, and back up the stairs, and little pneumonia Annie is standing there, runny nose, giant goose egg on her head, heading down to help me with the laundry! (Just what she needs, another nose dive, down old rickety stairs into sewage!)
** I scoop up Annie and put her in a back pack carrier, throw on some rain boots and head to the basement to start salvaging things.
** This soon proved to be a bad idea, and I called poor Daddy, I said rather frantically: "You have GOT to come home RIGHT now" (with the recent events, I have no idea what he was imagining could be wrong).
** Daddy came home and got to work rescuing our belongings, Mommy (still with Annie attached) began calling the village & plumbers. And we had a late night of throwing out a vast majority of what had been stored in the basement.
** Good news! It just so happened to be the night before our garbage day...so we just hauled everything straight to the curb. (just keep swimming, just keep swimming...)
** The following day, a cleaner was to come and disinfect our basement. Still sick Annie and I packed up to spend the morning elsewhere -- while Dad let the cleaner in, and generally took care of some business.
** While we were away, the sewer backed up again.
** (No, I'm not making this stuff up.)
** Annie and I finally came home late afternoon, the sewage had drained again, but the cleaner had still not been there. Sick of the fumes, the mess and having a sick baby in the middle of it all - Mommy called Danielle.
** And Miss Danielle, made a phone call for us, and got us put up at a lovely local hotel FOR FREE! We were able to get out while the cleaner was here, and spend the night away from it all. Thank you D!
** Sewage receeded, basement cleaned...and now we're working on getting a sump put into our old house, in hopes that this never happens again.
** Did I mention while all this is happening, Annie has now broken out into a rash? It started on her face, and spread to her neck and back, and then, her whole body. And of course, she has continued to be miserable in general.
** Today, I took her BACK to the doctor, and it was determined that she either has/had Roseola, or she is allergic to penicillin. And MORE good news, (can you believe it, first, the sewer backed up the night before garbage day, and now this) we were told to stop giving Annie the antibiotic she's currently hating. AMEN!
Soooo....that's what we've been up to ;) For those of you who have emailed me or called me regarding any issues not pertaining to pneumonia, xrays, cat scans, sewage or rashes...maybe resend that email...or remind me...or something.... .
Annie, with pneumonia, but pre fall, getting a spring present from Grammy M before heading to the luncheon.
Annie passing time with medical gloves in the emergency room.
Annie and Lorna salvaging their luncheon date once Annie was sprung from the ER.
Annie smelling some flowers at the conservatory, while cleaners at the house were smelling sewage.
Annie in what is becoming a usual spot. On the couch, with pneumonia, a bump on the head, and now a rash...
I would normally never let Kitten in the crib, much less nap with Annie. But after the past two weeks, if Kitten wants to watch over Annie as she naps...I'm all for it. <3
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