I'm not complaining but...

I really woudn't mind at all if my girls got better.

I went back to work a month ago and in that month both have been on all kinds of drugs.  Nora is on her second round of drugs for an ear infection that seems to like her a lot.  And Lillian, poor Lillian, just started her third round of drugs for a UTI.  This all started the day before I went back to work.

So you will understand when I tell you what amazing daycare I have.  My girls go to a home daycare that currently only has the two of them (with one other boy coming on Fridays).  There has not been a day when she has told me that I should probably stay home with them.  When Lillian was SCREAMING when she peed, Tante Rose was there to cuddle her.  When Nora was tugging at her ears, Tante Rose was there to give her Tylenol.

And this week she went above and beyond what any daycare would do. 

The doctor's office had called to say that we needed to bring in another sample for Lillian because they thought she probably still had something.  So the plan was to take a sample in the morning when she woke up and bring it to the lab on my way to work.  Great plan except she wet her bed that day.  For the first time ever.  Hard to collect a sample from wet sheets.  So Tante Rose collected the sample and her husband took it to the lab for me.

It's not fun to have sick kids.  Never is.  No matter whether you're at home with them or not.  I just want them to be better. 

But I also know that I am blessed.  I am blessed to have kids whose health issues are really relatively minor.  I am blessed that we have benefits that cover the cost of all these drugs.  I am blessed that my work (and more specifically my boss) is so understanding that it's not a big deal at all to be late because I've got to get my kid to the doctor again.  I am blessed that I don't do this on my own.

So, I'm not complaining, but it sure would be nice not to know my kid's doctor's phone number by heart.