Last night, I came home from work and Eva was running a small fever and was sweating. She also had a diaper rash. Around midnight, she shot up out of her crib and started screaming for me to pick her up. Between Eva and Jack's middle of the night antics/bedroom raids, I finally went to bed around 4am.
Prior to February 29, I would have just ignored such things. Now, not so much.
So, this morning, she still had a fever. What do I do? Jon is, of course, still in freakin' Dubai en route home with no way for me to contact him. I called her pediatritian and the oncologist. The pediatrician said to bring her right in.
I really wanted to seem cool about it and not that I was freaking out as much as I was. So, I calmly called my mother and mother-in-law to let them know that I was taking Eva in.
Everything will be just fine, I say, but in my head, I have visions of racing back to the hospital for more surgery. How will I let Jon know? He won't be home until tomorrow. Ok, good thing that Phyllis came to help me out while Jon is gone, she can just stay, if I need her to help with Jack. How can I make it through another surgery so soon?
Eva is cutting teeth.
I think I'll go vomit now.