Frequent Flyer

So I was all poised to type up an entry about my feelings on shopping carts when Sarah woke up from her nap with a fever. So I called the doctor and they agreed to see her immediately. Now, if you have stopped keeping track (or never started) that makes 4 doctor visits in 4 weeks. Seriously. I feel certain that they are preparing my frequent flyer card as we speak.

My doctor's husband apparently keeps up with her appointments and schedules on his computer and he even called her today and said, "What is up with Evans' coming in today? You'd better check that baby over real good." Lovely.

So we entered the doctor's office with a baby running 102 and left with a diagnosis of Hand Food Mouth Disease.  Want to hear the kicker? Do ya? I have it too. Yep, that's right. As the doctor was explaining all the symptoms and duration mumbo jumbo I asked if Claire was likely to get this from her sister. She said that in older children and adults, it only results in mild fever and a slightly scratchy throat. (symptoms, by the way, that I have been dealing with over the past two days assuming I was just reacting to pollen.) When I told the doctor that I had those symptoms, she looked in my throat and confirmed my own diagnosis. Again . . . lovely.

So I am off to medicate my baby with Tylenol/Codeine. I wonder if I should take a nip off of it too. At least one of us should sleep well tonight.