Poor Pitiful Peanut (& His Momma)

At Spike's one year appointment, he had his Measles, Mumps and Rubella (MMR) vaccine. They told us that 5 to 7 days later, the little tykes often develop a fever from the shot. So when Isaac turned into a little heater last week, we chalked it up to the vaccine.

But then it didn't go away.

It didn't go away and Izey started coughing. Oh, and crying. Crying a lot.

On Saturday I finally called the doctor who said if he didn't get better that night, bring him in to the walk-in hours on Sunday morning.

Isaac did NOT get better. He had never been so sick. He wasn't sleeping well and was crying inconsolably for 15 minute stints even right after his naps. We felt so bad for him!

So we went to the doc and were so glad we finally did--he had a raging ear infection in both ears.

Now, I don't begrudge the little guy for his timing, but it could've been better. I had been cooped up writing and writing to finish my project and was looking forward to my first fun, free weekend with my boys in weeks. Zach planned for us to go to a street festival--one of my favorite things about living in Chicago--and to hang with some of our best friends. But it was not to be. Instead we spent a beautiful 5 days trying to console our kid in the confines of our 4 room condo.

Monday morning, I said, "As soon as Izey gets better, we're going to the beach!"

But then Izey shared. I woke up Tuesday morning feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. Zach switched his work-from-home day to Tuesday so I could rest as much as possible.

As of today, Spike seems to really be on the mend and back to his happy self. I am still sick but can't be contained in the condo. Zach said he had a tickle in his throat last night and I told him he is not allowed to be sick. We'll see if he listens to me.