Swine Flu?

I started this blog as a personal journal. As you can see, I'm doing a pretty lousy job at keeping this goal up. This is kind of how life goes for me. I want to do well then life happens.

One of the things life has dealt us lately is a battle with the flu. We still haven't received test results to know if it's H1N1/Swine flu, but I have a hard time believing it would be anything else. A woke up in the morning, last Thursday, telling me he had a fever. His lips were white. He was struggling to breathe, and his heart was racing. While waiting on hold for a nurse, the area around his mouth started to turn gray. He's had asthma in the past but it's been very mild and manageable. By that evening, he was in the hospital. He was there for two nights as they were trying to get his blood oxygen level to stabilize. He spent those three days on oxygen. It was a scary time. I'm grateful for modern medicine and the priesthood.

During all of this, T decided it was time to potty train. I'm not one to set the clock and tell my kids when to go. I did on my first couple children, but it was just too darn stressful. T is now nearly trained. He's doing a great job. It's just been an interesting time to do this.

So, along with this flu stuff, I've learned that there is no medicine for a child less than a year old. This has had me pretty concerned. L was with A and me through the first part of this ordeal. It ended up that the oldest two kids had pretty good signs that they were experiencing it too--fever, headache, achiness, and the younger boys on either side of A had runny noses, coughs, and congestion (also signs of this flu). Z, who stayed with A in the hospital, started to come down with something similar by Sunday. We've been surrounded by it, but L, DJ and I have had no symptoms at all (I'm knocking on wood as I say this). Hand sanitizer is our constant companion. A keeps it in his pocket at all times. He's the one who doles it out if any of us need it.

My brother's been in town the last few days. His wife told him not to come to our house during his visit. Sad, but true. I totally understand this, but it makes me feel like we have the plague. Ah well, what can you do?