The Crud

The Crud took over our house last week. Actually, it started three weeks ago when I was in the hospital delivering Harper, and it never left. It started with Henry who had croup, he recovered, and then he caught a fever and a cold. Harper is congested. Matt has been suffering a cold for two weeks. And the crud finally snuck up and snatched me just a few days ago. Fortunately we are all s-l-o-w-l-y on the mend - thank you, Jesus - but it's been a rocky couple of weeks.

We ended up at the pediatrician's on Thursday, and fortunately the crud was only mildly cruel to my children. The doc was not overly concerned saying that unless their symptoms changed, the crud will run it's course in time.

Actually, the trip to the doc was slightly traumatizing. They took Harper's temperature rectally! She did NOT like it. And I did NOT like watching it. Poor baby girl. Can't medical science come up with a better way to take my itty bitty girl's temperature? Geesh.

Oh, and speaking of itty bitty, Harper weighed in at 8 pounds, 6 ounces. That's my girl!