It's been a rough week here at the Hart-Jenkins household. After having a fever of 103 for two days, accompanied by a gut wrenching cough, which morphed into the worst cold of all time, the "clown" woke up at 2 in the morning with a horrible skull splitting head ache. He never really gets headaches. Nothing helped, so we ended up at the ER. Poor kid was crazy with pain. The ibuprofin we gave him did nothing. Finally the Dr. gave him morphine and fluids, which still didn't help. So they gave him a little more, which finally took care of it. They did a CAT scan which was clear, and we went home and went back to bed at 5 a.m.
We all slept for most of the morning, and Emmet woke up feeling better than he had in days. I personally felt exhausted and frustrated. I hate seeing my baby in pain and sick. He catches everything that comes around, and has missed a lot of school this fall. He's in a magnet program for gifted and high achieving students. Missing school is frowned upon, and his teachers are not terribly sympathetic about being out. So his grades are in the toilet, and he's depressed about that.
The good news is that today, he is so much better. Me too. We slept a lot, and the sun is shining. We have good friends who have our back. Emmet's great friend Henry has dropped off homework and worksheets every day this week, so he can try to keep up at school.
And in the end . . . you can always make cupcakes.


