Maeve is who she is

You know, my mother-in-law this afternoon said every gray hair on my head is going to be Maeve's fault. And it's true.

She woke up at 10:30, which is incredibly late, and told me her throat hurt. I gave her the regular maintenance inhaler (flovent) and told her to get a drink of water. No improvement with waking up and getting going. Then her belly hurt. And her forehead. I took her temperature. Nada. Then her face started losing color and she started feeling floppy. Still responsive but ya know, once bitten twice shy. I thought immediately that we were en route to seizure and I sort of lost perspective.

If Sophia had a sore throat and acted sick, I'd have put a sheet on the couch and turned on cartoons. But Maeve gets a phone call to the doctor. Then she threw up and it cinched the deal. Sore throat plus vomiting sometimes means strep throat and I thought we'd better go.

She slept from the time she threw up until the nurse practitioner came into the room. Seriously. I carried to and from the car, I dropped off the other kids at my mom's, she remembered nothing. Of course she was CHARMING for the NP, like nothing was wrong, even her cheeks got a little color. Magic doctors' offices. They did a strep culture because of the vomiting and headache with sudden sore throat, but nothing there. No fever either. So yeah. It's a virus. She's on a three day timer and if she worsens or doesn't feel better by Sunday, I'm to call back and they'll see if it's something else (or something predatory that came in while she had the virus).

We got home, she had a popsicle, and the two girls watched cartoons. Maeve lay on the couch on a sheet and I realized pretty soon, that doctor's office is going to think I have munchausen's syndrome by proxy if I don't control this trigger finger.

So I'm going to go get some housework done and try not to be that mom.