We’re home. And the girls are sick. Both of them.
“We have a perfect match,” the doc said.
“An infection in Avery’s left ear, and another in Briar’s right.”
Two infections, two fevers, and two broken parents.
I realize we didn’t invent suffering, but today facing these two sets of blue eyes and running noses it sure feels like we have a corner on the market. I am home, thank you Mr. Shimkus, for being the most benevolent boss ever and allowing me to work for you and take care of my family. Luck, lucky mom mom am I.
I am excited to be able to write again, but so help me the need to hold a mirror under their sleeping mouths is back with such force I look like I am suffering from tremors of some sort. I’ll try not to on ad nauseum about the agony of being a helpless amoxicillin administering parent of two/too sweet, angelic little daughters.
Stay tuned for the inevitable sleeping beauty shots.
Oh no! 🙁 I hope those little ears are feeling better soon.
Oh, dear. It is hard enough when one is sick, but two?
Be well soon.
I thought you were supermom on our trip. I loved the family jaunt to the west coast. Even though the girls are sick, you still manage to make them both so happy.
awww hugs! Take care of you and those sweetie pies!
I am so, so sorry both girls are sick!
You and Sean are AMAZING parents! I was so humbled watching you guys–what an enduring team effort it is just to get basic things done, and it's always easy to see why the struggle is worth it: Briar and Avery are such wonderful, enchanting little ladies! I LOVED all my time with them, and with you guys. <3
I hope they're on the mend soon, Amanda. It's terribly hard having sick children, for them and for you.
It doesn't seem like we should be so helpless making them feel better…