Hit By A Truck

Every time I think we're getting over this SICK thing, something else happens. First Nick got a cold, then Nate got the cold, then Andy got the cold. Then Nate's cold turned ear infection. Somewhere in there I realized I had thrush and Andy probably had it, too. Enter medication. One would think this is where things begin getting better, right?

Well, not quite.

Because Andy's cold turned into cough, and then goop started weeping out of his eye. Nate's cold never quite left, and brains keep leaking out his nose. Nick developed separation anxiety and cries whenever I leave the house or drop him off at school. Andy's cough got a bit worse and he sounds like an old man and he can't cry - he cries, but it sounds like a creaky door. And this morning I woke up with a bad sore throat, despite the fact that I am still regularly taking Advil for the pain of the thrush, which has not quite left yet.

I want nothing more than to be done with this part, but it never quite ends, does it? And I'm afraid that after this part there might be an additional sick part, with new symptoms and goop and medications to administer.

Besides, we're all basically OK. Nicholas is fine. Nathan still has fun and runs around being funny. He's learning how to use the potty, and is so proud of himself. And Andrew spends more time awake, and smiles. He SMILES at us.

Plus, his eye seems a lot better.