When It Rains, It Pours!

The week after our vacation landed us in the hospital. It wasn't a surprise visit though. Our oldest daughter had to have her tonsils taken out Monday morning, the day after we got home from being out of town. Ugh!

All went well during surgery. They even removed a ridiculously loose tooth putting an end to an enormous amount of unnecessary drama. Hallelujah! She did, however, have a nasty time coming down from the anesthesia. She spent the day vomiting -- just the thing you want to do when you’ve had surgery on your throat.

We were finally sent home with serious pain meds, antibiotics, and my personal favorite, the anti-nausea SUPPOSITORY. We got her home and administer as directed, only to have the vomiting all over again. Did I mention the antibiotics give her diarrhea? Super! All I can say is it was a looooong night.

By Thursday, she was recovering quite nicely and looking and feeling a lot better. By the next morning, I was wakened by my youngest daughter a little before 6 am :cringe: She was panick-stricken and shaking uncontrollably. What on earth now? I rush her to the bathroom and she begins throwing up violently. This lasts for about an hour. I love my life.

Later that night, my son wakes up with a nasty head cold unable to breath through his nose and mad about it. Is this some sort of sick cosmic joke? I finally get him back to sleep and lay in my own bed, repeating again and again until sleep comes for me “I am grateful, I am grateful, I am grateful....”

When it rains, it pours!

Moms, what do you do when it seems like everything is going all wrong?