Sick Again

April and May have not been kind to us. When we got home from Arizona, we had colds, and then Laine began her Great Injury Extravaganza. There was the "ow" in Arizona on her knee--then the week we got home she was horsing around on the couch and gave herself a rug burn on her forehead from the couch pillow! (See our Easter pictures as a reference.) Before that had a chance to heal, she was jumping in her crib and got a bruise on her right cheek when she slipped (I may have surprised her as I came in the room to stop her jumping...) Then, we spent the afternoon at the park (injury-free) but when we got home she was limping! She had walked to the car at the park and I couldn't understand what had happened. I think now maybe her foot fell asleep but at the time I was panicking, trying to figure out how someone deals with an 18 month old who has a sprained ankle! Before that night was over, she tripped on her feet and bumped our dresser (lots of crying but nothing to show for it) and not 20 minutes later thunked her head on the tub just before she got out. I was ready for April to be over!
Well, we weren't done there. After coming home from the park two Fridays ago, Laine seemed a little off and rather lathargic. She'd wanted me to carry her at the park, whereas normally I can't get her to stay on the path--and that was odd but I thought maybe she was just tired. When we got home she wanted to play outside and got some of her pep back. But by the time Jayson got home she was cranky, didn't want her dinner, and was not my normally happy-go-lucky girl. She was asking to go to bed and it wasn't even 6:00 yet! We checked her temperature before we put her down and it was over 102! Since she was so exhausted we let her simply go to bed and agreed to keep an eye on her and check her in the morning. She slept through the night and her temp had gone down in the morning but went up again a little as the day went on. It never got up past 100 again, however so we kept putting off the doctor. Finally by Monday morning, it was still hovering around 99 but she was fussy and didn't want to eat so we decided to take her in. I just kept thinking--I don't want to be one of those moms who goes running in at the drop of a hat, but what if something was really wrong!?

This does not look like a happy, healthy girl.

The doctor checked her lungs, her ears and her throat--all was good but her throat was a little pink. The verdict was that she had a virus that was on the way out. Either that, or as I think is possible--it was our enemy, Teething. I'm beginning to become convinced that it's the dreaded Two Year Molars. Shudder. (More on that later.)