Um, not true! Whomever wrote that was an idiot. Finley came down with something late last Sun night (a week ago) and on Mon had a slight cough. I figured it would go away, but by Tues night it was all too deep, harsh, and scratchy for my comfort so I called first thing Wed to take him to the Doctor. He didn't have bronchitis like I thought, but a bronchial type cough that really can't by treated with antibiotics, just motrin to treat the fever/achiness and a humidifier. The Dr. thought to check out Berlin "just in case" to make sure she didn't have it too (she wasn't exhibiting any signs at all). But luckily he did because he found that she had the befinnings of an ear infection in her right ear. Lucky for her she got some amoxicillan.
Finley of course HATES taking medicine of any kind, so I thought I would be tricky and mix it with chocolate milk. No sooner than one sip he cried and said, "Mommy, I don't like this." Ok, so I tried adding it to some Juice thinking he'd never know medicine was in it. Again, "Mommy, I don't want this - it's gross." Finally I just laid him down, braced his arms with my legs and opened his mouth. He spit it all out - all over his face, clothes, the floor, myself. So I gave up and let him be miserable. Berlin was next and I thought she would do better. Yeah right. She spit up the sticky orange mess and rubbed it all in her hair, up her nose, across her face, and down her clothes. She had obviously watched Finley. I HATE this part of being mom.
To top it off, late Wednesday night I came down with the stomach flu and spent 1 1/2 hours in the bathroom throwing up, went to bed, woke up and ended back in the same spot. Luckily by Thursday afternoon it had worked it's course.
A week later, we are better, atleast for the most part. Finn's cough is still there, but not as bad. He is still refusing to eat anything (going on day 3 of food strike) and will only consume liquids. But I'm sure he'll make up for it when he feels up to it. We actually had a few moments of fun play this afternoon. Finn's been a major GRUMP all weekend long so it was nice to see him smile for a bit even if it was short-lived. Here are some pictures of him in a box and Berlin driving her buggy.
Berlin getting in & closing the door.
Her feet barely touch when sitting so she just turns the wheel and honks the horn.
But she doesn't seem to mind.
Staring down the paparazzi.