So today was a fairly typical morning. We were running late as usual so I was running around like a mad lady trying to get all three kids dressed, fed and out the door. I go to drop off Cody at preschool and I hear " Cody, what's wrong with your eye?". Sure enough I look at him and his eye is pink and puffy. Pink eye. Feeling like a terrible mom for not noticing it before I dropped him off I explained he would not be staying and assured the teacher we would take him in and get it treated. All the way home I was staring at him in the rear view window and all I could think about was a distant memory of mine from my childhood. It was our family vacation in Canada and I was probably 7 years old. I somehow got pink eye and my brother and his friend decided to yell across the whole camp site "Darcie is a pink eye person, Darcie is a pink eye person." I was traumatized. And now 20 some years later my son is now falling in my footsteps as my "little pink eye person".
On a separate note, I am using the pink eye as an excuse to take the baby back into the doctor. I am standing by my gut instinct that something is not right with her. I had her in last week and they assured me she is fine. I disagree. She is still stuffy, still coughing, her eyes are puffy and crusted over, she has had a fever for the last two nights reaching 103, she barely sleeps, barely eats and she still cries all day, everyday at daycare. I don't think that she is fine, maybe I am paranoid.
Cody was not too upset about staying home today, he got to play with his train set.