Thankfully, I haven't used this space to report that sort of news lately. Of course, Anna keeps us guessing: last weekend the kids all had a virus, which seemed mostly to have run its course. But then Anna spiked a fever (40.1C/103.2F) and broke out in a rash, and had us all in a dither. (Well, not Anna, exactly, but the doctor who suggested that if she hadn't improved after 24 hours of oral antibiotics, we would have to have her admitted to the hospital.) A couple of days later, she was dancing around the dining room to her new favourite song. But that's Anna.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Sometimes no news is good news
When I started this blog, I had no long-term purpose. Anna was having three surgeries in the space of a summer, one of which was a heart surgery. I just wanted a way to let friends and family know how she was doing.
Thankfully, I haven't used this space to report that sort of news lately. Of course, Anna keeps us guessing: last weekend the kids all had a virus, which seemed mostly to have run its course. But then Anna spiked a fever (40.1C/103.2F) and broke out in a rash, and had us all in a dither. (Well, not Anna, exactly, but the doctor who suggested that if she hadn't improved after 24 hours of oral antibiotics, we would have to have her admitted to the hospital.) A couple of days later, she was dancing around the dining room to her new favourite song. But that's Anna.
Thankfully, I haven't used this space to report that sort of news lately. Of course, Anna keeps us guessing: last weekend the kids all had a virus, which seemed mostly to have run its course. But then Anna spiked a fever (40.1C/103.2F) and broke out in a rash, and had us all in a dither. (Well, not Anna, exactly, but the doctor who suggested that if she hadn't improved after 24 hours of oral antibiotics, we would have to have her admitted to the hospital.) A couple of days later, she was dancing around the dining room to her new favourite song. But that's Anna.
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