Diagnosis: Strep Throat

Doctor's appointment for Harper on Tuesday
Fever: 103.6
Diagnosis: Strep Throat
Treatment: Tylenol, Antibiotics, Eye Drops
Pharmacist Says: Antibiotics taste bad, cause loose bowels, eat lots of yogurt
Behavior: Awake all night. Moody.
But fever is gone.

Now Mom's throat hurts.
Psychosomatic? Doctor appointment for Mom today.

I'm Waiting For Her Head To Spin Around

Saturday morning Rick, Harper, and I packed into the car for an overnight trip to Virginia Beach. Our long-time, Colorado-residing friend Karen was making an appearance in Virginia with her oldest daughter, Rachel. We were meeting at the VA Beach Aquarium, to be followed by Puerto-Rican restaurant, beach-time, pool-time, and ice-cream.

The aquarium was fabulous (pictures to be posted soon). We finally found a restaurant that wasn't crappy pancake-house, or crappier pizza. Check out Mojito Cafe next time you are at VA Beach.

We checked into our hotwire-rate ocean-front hotel, Harper and I napped while Rick and friends frolicked on the beach, and in the chorline-whiskey scented pool. Then we all went out for ice cream. Karen left for the evening, and the McTodds had a nice, though rushed, dinner.

Then we went to our hotel room, put Harper to sleep in her tent, and proceeded to watch bad tv, read our books, and try to go to sleep.

At 9 PM we were reminded why we hate to stay in hotels. The VA Beach Ocean Front Sheraton had given us an adjoining room, the kind with the connected, yet locked door to another hotel room, with 4 high-school boys on a field trip. The other three rooms around us also contained high-school friends. Why do hotel doors close with such a dramatic, multi-syllabic bang? We gave the young men til 11 PM when Rick spoke with their chaperon, and hotel staff. They settled down.

Oh, did I forget to mention that Rick was on-call. Silly me. At 3 AM he got an on-call page. He kindly went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet softened by a folded up bath towel, and used the counter as a desk. Then at 4 AM Harper started making some strangled gurgles in her tent. Then cried. I stumbled over to the tent, stuck my hand in to feel warm, chunky liquid that was soon identified as baby vomit.

Harper and I joined Rick in his office/hotel bathroom as we took a bath to clean off the vomit while he fixed the Colonial Williamsburg e-commerce site. Then we all snuggled in a double-bed together and slept for an hour when Harper woke-up again and projectile vomited all over the bed.

We immediately called for the bell-boy and drove home. Oh, and we left $20 for room service. I hope this was enough.

Well, Harper seemed fine. We kept her on clear liquid + dry toast + apple sauce + bananas diet. Then last night she was fusy, and had no appetite and registered a 103.5 temp on an ear thermometer, and a 101 on the doctor-preferred, baby-hated rectal. What has happened since: baby tylenol, lots of sleep, and staying home for school.

Here is the URL to the promised Easter Photos: Kent Easter 2010

Easter: More To Come

Rick, Harper, and I returned from a quick Easter/ Birthday celebration in Kent, CT last night. More details/photos to come. Here is a brief glimpse.