Ok, I'm back . . . I think

So, I've been feeling guilty the last several weeks for not putting anything on the blog. . . and lots of things have happened. But, I was having problems posting the rest of the pictures from the trip to the Children's Museum and my flash drive is full. I need to unload it on my computer but that means I need to properly label and file all of the things on it and it just seems like too much.

But, I'll do a quick fill in.

Last week, Wyatt appeared to come down with a pretty bad cold. We were due for a check up (post-surgery) with the pediatric urologist. And, since we see him in our pediatrician's office, I made an appointment to see the Nurse Practitioner right before seeing the "winkie" doctor.

The nurse said it's just a cold basically. Ok, nothing I can do but treat the fever and the cough/runny nose. By the way, that was on a Friday and the fever didn't break until Monday.

The "winkie" doctor said he was done with us. Everything looked great and he said that we had no more use for him. I felt like someone had just dumped me suddenly. But, it's a good thing. It was just weird walking out of the office knowing that we were done with something that took up so much energy in the worrying part of my life.

On Sunday night we got a call from Nana. Her dad was in the hospital again and they were sure he had spinal meningitis. Ok, so now we've all been exposed. Great.

I called into work to deal with Wyatt's fever and to await the test results on Scott's grandpa. It came back negative.

Then she called to say that the hospital called to say he probably wouldn't make it thru the night and for the family to come say their last goodbyes. I couldn't take Wyatt because he was sick.
And, he wasn't responding to anyone, so I felt it would be a moot point. I told Scott to go if he wanted and I would stay home with Wyatt. He chose not to go.

Tuesday I finally got back to work and found out that his grandfather had lived thru the night, but is living on borrowed time.

I picked Wyatt up from Nana's on Tuesday and she thought he had the chicken pox. I called the urgent care clinic and they said it was probably chicken pox and it would just run its course. I wasn't so sure that it was chicken pox.

So, I ran home, got a bottle and headed to the clinic. They made us go thru the back door and stay away from all of the other patients.

It's hives. The child has encountered something that he's allergic to. I can't for the life of me figure out what it is except that they gave him Albuterol to soothe his cough. I only gave him one dose of it.

So, no chicken pox.

On a lighter note, I have decided to join the scrapbooking world. I bought a magazine and spoke to a coworker about what I needed to get started.

I made a trip to Hobby Lobby during their 50% off sale and bought quite a bit to get me started.

And, she was selling some stuff so I bought quite a bit from her.

Now all I need is the time and space to get started. . . we'll see.