This has been a truly sucky past few days, I have to say. The twins got sick Friday evening (or at least you could see them descending). Twin B (dark, short hair above) was sick and just wanted to be held all of Saturday, which can be incredibly wearing on a mommy. She was hot to the touch and I tried to keep her fever down. Twin A (blond hairball above) was a bit cranky and toward evening started heating up.
Saturday night was bad. Twin B just kept crying. I medicated her at 10:30 and then tried to just let her sleep.
This turned out to be a very bad idea. I’d checked on her at 3, and she was hot. I should have dosed her with Tylenol then, but thought I should let her just have the fever so it would burn out whatever was wrong, not suspecting/thinking it could get much worse. Unfortunately I learned how bad an idea that was an hour later. She had a seizure. A febrile seizure, which is the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. This resulted in an ambulance ride to Wolfson’s and some testing. Meanwhile, at home, Daddy’s caring for sick Twin A who is starting to heat up.
Sunday was a total bust as to do anything, as now I had two little girls who wanted nothing other than to be held. Daddy spelled me a bit (as you can see from above), but other than that, I was on the couch with one or the other child on me at pretty much all times.
Fast forward to yesterday afternoon. Twin A has been far worse, just listless, refusing to eat or drink (save through a syringe, which I tried out of desperation to get fluid into her). Took both to the doctor, and the doctor thinks they have roseola. Ugh. So, nothing to do but wait it all out.
Now on to the good news.