12-13-11 Sick, Sick, and More Sick

Everyone around this house is sick. Except for me. Jacob stayed home from work and slept all day. Easton has had a little bit of a cold for a few days and woke up with red spots all over his face this morning. He didn’t have them yesterday at all. It first appeared to be chicken pox which would really annoy me since the Clark County School District requires children to be immunized against chicken pox, so Easton got his first dose in August and his second dose 2 weeks ago. I took him and Teags into the doctor, and Dr. Baker said it appears to just be a bacterial rash similar to a strep rash. Teags has 2 dots on his face so I’m wondering if he’ll wake up with more tomorrow. He’s been pretty snotty and stuffed up for several days and perhaps had a fever on Friday. But the boys are now both on amoxicillin to kick this bacteria in the butt. Easton’s red dots are already scabbing. I keep feeling like I don’t want to kiss their faces or touch their skin because it grosses me out, but as a mother you suck it up and pretend they look just as cute and cuddly as ever. Neither of them are fussy or whiny, and they don’t have fevers, so that’s good. Jacob’s had a fever off and on today, and I hope that he will feel better tomorrow.

At the doctor today, Easton and Teagan were playing around in the room while Dr. Baker was writing their prescriptions. They kept scooting their chairs all over the little room, making trains out of them, sitting next to each other and then away from each other and repeating all of that over and over again. At one point Easton scooted away and Teags scooted his chair next to him, but Easton said, “No, this is my space now. I don’t want you to be by me.” Kids are such fickle things. Anyway, Teagan scowled his little face, feelings clearly hurt and said, “But I your brother, E-sin.” It is just too cute to me how much they love that brotherhood – both at different times, of course. They both pull that “But I’m your brother” thing when the other has apparently forgotten the significance of that brotherly relationship.

Logan has been a busy little man since I hit 20 weeks. I didn’t feel him move much before then, and I’m pretty sure I felt the other boys move much earlier than that. But I don’t remember for sure. I have been feeling fine, but I already get that tight feeling in my sides when it seems my skin can’t possibly stretch any farther. It can and it will, but it just gets tight and uncomfortable. However, I love to feel my little Logan moving around, and I can hardly wait to have him here.