It's pouring

About 2 days into our South American sojourn, both girls were hacking like long-time pack-a-day smokers. Chalk it up to the smog and heavy pollution of the continent's 3rd-highest capital city. I'm sure the fact that we were staying with friends, whose home is at about 9,600 feet above sea level wasn't helping either.

As for me, I weathered a 1-day headache the day after we arrived as I 'adjusted' (and I use the term loosely) to the altitude. Knocked on wood for the slack the universe threw my way.

Back home, 8 days later, both girls were still hacking their lungs out. Friday found us at the ped with D. Dx, upper respiratory infection, 10-day course of antibiotics. She, being somewhat little and easily swayed restrained, is generally agreeable to taking the med.

Sunday finds J feverish and grouchy. Monday found her with a 103 to 104.4 degree fever. Again to the ped. Dx, sinus infection, 5-day course of antibiotics that she has been fighting taking...and I mean FIGHTING, hands, legs, feet, you name it, tooth and nail.

You haven't really hit a low in parenthood until your husband has forcefully held your child down, arms pinned under his legs, prying her mouth open so you can give her 1/2 teaspoon of a vile-tasting liquid that she insists on spitting back out at you.

Good times are being had by all.