Rough Week

The week started off good. We were busy getting ready for my parents and sister to visit for Greta’s First Communion. We got the bedrooms all cleaned up and in the best order they’ve been in since we moved in and were mostly set for my parents to arrive on Wednesday. Tuesday after everyone was asleep I started feeling feverish. I had a sore throat and headache all day, so I was fearing strep. To be sure I knew what was going on I headed to urgent care at the last minute since I can’t risk my Dad being exposed to too many germs since he is on immunosuppressant drugs for his new liver. I got a strep test, negative. I asked for a flu test, they said you don’t have the flu, you don’t have aches or a cough. So home I went to figure out what to do.

The next morning, still fever, and now a little cough and still headache and earache. When my parents call from Atlanta, I tell them they should probably stay at a hotel to keep them away from my germs. Before they arrive I wiped down the house as best I could. My parents came to our house for a few hours before I made them go to the hotel. Greta came home from school with a headache and by evening had a fever as well.

Thursday morning I took Greta to the pediatrician to see what they would say and see if they could figure out what we had. While there I asked about the flu again and she said she didn’t think it was the flu because again no aches, no real cough. But since I actually know the ped she was willing to do the flu test. And of course it came back positive. Ugh. So then we begin isolation. My parents get to stay at the hotel pretty much the remainder of the trip, which means they won’t really get to see us at all.

My Dad hadn’t been feeling that well since he arrived, not flu like, but like his ulcerative colitis was flaring up. After several calls to his doctor’s he finally got a prescription called in and they were headed to pick it up when they got in a car accident. My mom was pulling out into stopped traffic and someone had waved her out, but alas a car came flying up in the not yet turn lane and rammed right into her. I get a phone call from Mom that says “We got into a car accident leaving the hotel” “are you ok?” “I don’t know, Dad lost his glasses”. So, I race over as carefully as I can with myself still sick, Greta sick in the car and two other kids. Eloise was at dance, so Matt left there early with her to come over as well. I got there and they were ok, both able to move. The ambulance was already there and loading them up. I ran to the hotel to get Dad’s medicines and then hoped in the car to go to the ER with them.

I spent a few hours there with them while they got checked out. Thankfully everything was fine and there were no broken bones, just bruises and lots of soreness for Mom. Since the car hit on her side she definitely took most of the impact and has been feeling it ever since. I got them back in the hotel and then headed home to bed.

On Thursday I thought I might getting over the fever and flu, but by the late afternoon my fever was back. Friday both Greta and I woke up feeling much worse, so we literally just laid around. At this point we cancelled Greta’s First Communion Party and were just praying we would be able to attend the ceremony.

Thankfully Greta woke up Saturday morning fever free and so was able to go to First Communion. But Beatrice woke up with a fever. So Matt and her (and Felicity) stayed in the back of church the entire time. Matt’s parents had lots of traffic and barely arrived in time for First Communion thanks to an accident on the turnpike. And Matt’s brother (Greta’s godfather) was stuck in the traffic for an hour and a half and didn’t make until everyone was exiting the church. We are so grateful that everyone made it safely and are so thankful that everyone made the effort. After some quick pictures we headed home for more resting.

Sunday morning my parents decided that instead of staying at the hotel another two nights they would change their plane and head to the airport when my sister left. So we hardly got to see them and they went home sore, but grateful to be home.

This was Dad’s first post transplant trip and I’m not sure when they’ll be up for another because of the pure disaster this one was. We are all very sad that we didn’t really get to see them at all, but that can’t really be helped.

Today we still have two at home from school and it appears Felicity is finally getting sick (I assumed she would have been sick long ago since she sleeps with me and has been in the house the whole time.) Eloise is off at school and matt is still healthy as well, so prayers that they stay healthy.

I’ll post some First Communion pictures later.