March 18th, 2008 by Mrs. Munkee
Ok, so it’s been over a month since I wrote an entry. But once I recount what I’ve been through these past few weeks, I’m sure you’ll forgive me (not to mention exclaim, “Holy crap am I glad I’m not her!”). When I last left off, I had commented about how my local FD might want to consider investing in either a TomTom or Garmin. Well, the timeline of my life, since then, proceeds as follows:
Wed, Feb. 13: “Aunt Flo” comes for a visit, just in time for Valentine’s Day. Well, not that there’s going to be much action going on since…
Fri, Feb 15: the Munkee’s parents arrive for their annual February visit. Grandma splurges on Play-Doh, paints and best of all, a little baby doll for Baby G at Wal-Mart. Upon seeing her new doll, Baby G is completely smitten and goes apey. Most of the weekend is spent pushing Baby Doll around in her little stroller (also compliments of Grandma).
Tues, Feb 19: the Munkee’s parents leave that morning, giving me enough time to strip the guest bed and launder the sheets and put in fresh towels in the bathroom for my parents, who are scheduled to arrive Thursday. The main purpose of the visit is so I can go to my dentist appointment on Friday, but past experience has taught me that it’s most likely just to see Baby G, who I’ve noticed suddenly seems to be running a little warm.
Wed, Feb 20: I get the nagging feeling that Baby G’s health streak is coming to a close. She’s running a slight temperature, her nose is running and she’s got a hacking, wet cough. We call the pediatrician and speak to a nurse.
Thur, Feb 21: the other grandparents arrive. Grandma immediately chastises me for letting Baby G get sick.
Fri, Feb 22: We pop in to Mommy & Me class just long enough to take our very first “class picture.” We are definitely sick and not in much of a mood to smile for the photographer. To add insult to injury, on the way to school, Grandma notices Baby G’s right eye is getting a bit goopy. “Holy shit, she’d better not be getting pink eye!” (this is paraphrasing Grandma). I call the pediatrician when we get home and update the nurse of Baby G’s condition. The nurse wants us to come in ASAP because sometimes a goopy eye can mean an ear infection where there’s a blockage so the only place for the ear to drain is via the eye (oh goody). They fit us in for 2 p.m., which should give me just enough time to come home from my dentist appointment (which I almost forget about), pick up Baby G and head back out to for the pediatrician’s.
Well, good news is that there’s no ear infection, just a run-of-the-mill bacterial eye infection, which can be taken care of with Vigamox. But while examining Baby G, the doctor notices that her gums are extremely swollen. Her molars are trying to come in. Oh yea.
Sat, Feb 23: Baby G seems to be in much better spirits. The Munkee and I spend the morning cooking up chicken and black beans for our annual Brew Fest. Halfway through cooking, I feel light-headed and nauseous. I attribute it to the heat, but by the end of the evening, realize that I’m getting a bout of gastroenteritis, aka “the running” sickness, so nicknamed by me because, well, you get the idea. The “Running of the GI Tract”, fortunately, does not start until Sunday evening. For the next four days, I basically eat nothing and drop down to a scary 116 lbs.
Mon, Feb 25: Aunt Flo comes back for a second visit. WTF?!
Fri, Feb 29: Baby’s G cough comes back. Her breath rattles in her lungs to the point that at times she sounds like a kitten purring. The Munkee starts doomsdaying about walking pneumonia. We get an appointment to see the doctor later that afternoon.
Fortunately, there’s no fluid in the lungs. It’s probably a secondary infection, most likely trying to turn into bronchitis. We get a prescription for antibiotics.
Sat, Mar 1: Starting to feel a little run down as I haul ass to my friend Jennifer’s baby shower at the Maggiano’s in Woodland Hills. Due to a bit of scheduling conflict, I have to take Baby G with me for the first few minutes of the shower as the Munkee has a call back in Hollywood. Once the Munkee gets there, he, Baby G and Jen’s hubby Tony (and another hubby of a shower guest) have lunch using the $50 gift certifiate I got from one of my sales rep about 2 years back. They manage to spend all but a handful of change.
Sun, Mar 2: It’s official, I am sick again. It’s a cold of some sort. It feels like my body is trying to suffocate me from the inside out with a tsunami of snot, which does not seem to want to come out of my head. I bravely (or stupidly) push on into the week trying to pick up the house and take care of Baby G.
Thur, Mar 6: My snot is coming out in camoflage colors. I call up the doctor and confirm that I can take the refill of antibiotics from my November 2007 bronchial infection. Later that morning I seem to be having a relapse and start running a fever. I call my parents around noon to see if they can come up for the weekend. Mom says she can take the Surfliner that evening or the next morning. I tell her to come up tomorrow. Several hours later, I text message the Munkee and ask him if he can come home early from work. It’s 4:30, but I’m not sure how much longer I can take this. The Munkee immediately replies that he’s coming home.
Fri, Mar 7: The Munkee is infected. He’s starting to get the insane stuffy head and cannot breathe. We have an early lunch at Solly’s for some Chicken soup and then pick up my mom at the Van Nuys train station. She ends up staying with us until the following Tuesday.
Thur, Mar 13: We’re back to a “F*ck the Second Nap!” attitude and start shifting to a one-nap schedule. Fortunately, Baby G sleeps for a 2-3 hour stretch and seems to be handling it just fine. I, however, am not so sure if I can last for these marathon stretches of chasing after her.
Sat, Mar 15: We manage to squeeze in one last visit with Tony & Jennifer before they’re scheduled to go in Monday for induction. Baby G quickly learns the word “Shoo” and has no qualms about using it on their dog Fred.
Tues, Mar 18: Realize that I’ve not written in my blog for over a month. Crap! Just what I need. One more thing to add to my mile-long To Do list!