The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

It doesn't matter... You can have one, two, four, or fourteen children...  When your kids get sick a dark, dismal cloud hovers over you.  Needless to say, this winter the clouds have yet to clear.  Factor in a newborn and a post-partum momma and you've got yourself the makings of a real full blown blizzard.

I can honestly say that until this week (the 15th week) I had a clear mind (for the most part)... Thought "positive" thoughts... Said to myself, "This is just a season," over and over (and over) again.  I realized we were abundantly blessed with health even though temporarily it seemed not so.  But now the senility is setting in.  I'm going crazy.  I can't take much more.

Here is a run-down of our last 3.5 months (in order).  Just one week after giving birth, it all started with...

1 case of head lice (ick, I know)
1 nasty cough
turning into a sinus infection
another case of head lice (ick, again)
a severe case of tendinitis
another sinus infection
a nasty cold
an ear infection with accompanying vomit
a stomach bug with more vomiting
a severe sore throat with high fever
someone else with sore throat and high fever
another stomach bug (hello vomit)
**Brief Pause**
Yet another ear infection (did someone say "vomit"?)
5th's Disease (google it)
Nasty cold
5th's disease, again
2 more nasty colds
the friggin' FLU (vomit... yadda yadda)
the flu for our precious 3 month old
busted eardrum blood vessel (WHAT?)
Curiously red eardrums (I bought an otoscope, can you blame me?)

Which brings us to the present day.  Do I have any sympathizers?  I've decided to pitch a tent at the doctor's office.  Going out to purchase one now... Or maybe I could just hold my doctor hostage at our home so that when the next bug comes I don't have to load up all four kids in the van, trek them to The Petri-Dish (aka Doc's office), empty an entire bottle of sanitizer in vain as I watch my two year old lick the chair (while my 4 year old *who knows better* lays herself face down in the other chair), happily miserably walk out 2 HOURS LATER (welcome to Florence) with starving, screaming, sick kids in tow.  

It's just a season.  I know.  A very long, long season.