The week of hell is blessed with a significant event- Lucy’s adoption. It all started last Saturday (November 21st, 2009) when I called the pediatrician’s office because Lucy had this deep congested cough. As I stated below, everything was “fine” except for the cough; lo and behold, the next morning she spiked a 102 degree fever. Like concerned parents, we telephoned the on-call pediatrician’s phone number and were told if the fever lasts long than three days, they wanted to see her in the office again. Not wanting to leave Rachel home alone with a miserable baby, I dutifully cancelled my trip to Sandy’s surprise fortieth birthday party.
Needless to say, Monday November 23rd, 2009 was Lucy’s formal adoption hearing in the Franklin County Probate Court. We originally were not going to bring her because we didn’t want to infect anybody else. However, since the court appearance was scheduled for first thing in the morning, we were unable to get in touch with a lawyer. Thus, we bundled our little snot-nosed, fever baby and headed to the court house. She was well behaved during the entire 45 minutes we were there. She charmed the judge, the lawyer, and the entire court room (it was a private session- therefore, she charmed the court personnel). Unfortunately, due to Lucy’s illness, we needed to cancel her adoption celebration that was scheduled for that evening. Additionally, we needed to cancel our trip to visit her father in Santa Cruz, CA. for Thanksgiving.
The flu hit our house like wild fire- she was a sick little goose. All she wanted to do was sleep and be held. She whimpered because she was so miserable; Rachel and I were miserable because there was nothing we could do to make it any better- other than Tylenol and Motrin around the clock. Wednesday hit and she still had a fever of 101 degrees, so once again, I was on the telephone and once again we were off to see the pediatrician. This time, she had an ear infection and junky lungs (i.e. congested) and he put her on a ten day round of Amoxicillin.
Rachel and I were optimistic and made alternative plans for Thanksgiving to go to her boss’ house. We bought the items that we offered to bring to dinner and prepared them Wednesday evening. However, both Rachel and I were not telling the other that we were feeling lousy. We were in denial that perhaps we could have caught Lucy’s illness. Once again, the flu ruined our plans as we woke up Thursday morning and felt like death. Luckily, Lucy was beginning to feel better and she wanted to move around, whereas Rachel and I wanted to sleep. We hadn’t planned on being home; therefore, we didn’t buy much food because we were first expecting to be in California and then expecting to be at her boss’ house for Thanksgiving. Course, we weren’t going to starve to death, but our refrigerator was bare and our freezer was stacked, but neither one of us could imagine cooking while feeling so darn lousy. We tried calling every place in Greenfield to see if we could get delivery; we assumed that the Chinese restaurant was open. We were WRONG! Ughh… then, we began to heat up a pan to cook some pasta and meat sauce. Literally seconds before we put food in the pan, my mother arrived with leftovers from my sister-in-laws family’s house. We were able to eat Thanksgiving food after all.
Today, Rachel and I are feeling more human. Lucy is still our favorite snot-nosed daughter, but she is also feeling much better as well. Thank god this week is almost over. I honestly think it was the worst week and one of the most challenging weeks that Rachel and I have experienced. And, definitely, it was the worst Thanksgiving in our history as a couple. It can only get better…
Needless to say, Monday November 23rd, 2009 was Lucy’s formal adoption hearing in the Franklin County Probate Court. We originally were not going to bring her because we didn’t want to infect anybody else. However, since the court appearance was scheduled for first thing in the morning, we were unable to get in touch with a lawyer. Thus, we bundled our little snot-nosed, fever baby and headed to the court house. She was well behaved during the entire 45 minutes we were there. She charmed the judge, the lawyer, and the entire court room (it was a private session- therefore, she charmed the court personnel). Unfortunately, due to Lucy’s illness, we needed to cancel her adoption celebration that was scheduled for that evening. Additionally, we needed to cancel our trip to visit her father in Santa Cruz, CA. for Thanksgiving.
The flu hit our house like wild fire- she was a sick little goose. All she wanted to do was sleep and be held. She whimpered because she was so miserable; Rachel and I were miserable because there was nothing we could do to make it any better- other than Tylenol and Motrin around the clock. Wednesday hit and she still had a fever of 101 degrees, so once again, I was on the telephone and once again we were off to see the pediatrician. This time, she had an ear infection and junky lungs (i.e. congested) and he put her on a ten day round of Amoxicillin.
Rachel and I were optimistic and made alternative plans for Thanksgiving to go to her boss’ house. We bought the items that we offered to bring to dinner and prepared them Wednesday evening. However, both Rachel and I were not telling the other that we were feeling lousy. We were in denial that perhaps we could have caught Lucy’s illness. Once again, the flu ruined our plans as we woke up Thursday morning and felt like death. Luckily, Lucy was beginning to feel better and she wanted to move around, whereas Rachel and I wanted to sleep. We hadn’t planned on being home; therefore, we didn’t buy much food because we were first expecting to be in California and then expecting to be at her boss’ house for Thanksgiving. Course, we weren’t going to starve to death, but our refrigerator was bare and our freezer was stacked, but neither one of us could imagine cooking while feeling so darn lousy. We tried calling every place in Greenfield to see if we could get delivery; we assumed that the Chinese restaurant was open. We were WRONG! Ughh… then, we began to heat up a pan to cook some pasta and meat sauce. Literally seconds before we put food in the pan, my mother arrived with leftovers from my sister-in-laws family’s house. We were able to eat Thanksgiving food after all.
Today, Rachel and I are feeling more human. Lucy is still our favorite snot-nosed daughter, but she is also feeling much better as well. Thank god this week is almost over. I honestly think it was the worst week and one of the most challenging weeks that Rachel and I have experienced. And, definitely, it was the worst Thanksgiving in our history as a couple. It can only get better…
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