Confessions of a Horrible Mother

I was trying to think of an appropriate title for today’s post. Maybe “I’m a Jerk” or “Rattled with Remorse” or… “The Mom, the Monster.”
I’ll own it- although not proud, I’ll admit when I am wrong. I was wrong. Baby girl was sick. Not with head lice, not with a UTI, but she is definitely sick.
I was on the phone with my friend Anna yesterday afternoon- we typically chat every day on her drive home from her pediatric practice. I told her the story of Britton’s antics and we were laughing- when Britton tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to take her temperature again.
Still on the phone, I ask “Dr. Anna” if I should worry. She said yes- that she didn’t like the combination of a headache, a sore neck and a fever- those are signs of meningtis, which I should know since Kenley was hospitalized with meningitis as a baby.  Of course, her office was closed at this point, so off to the walk in clinic we went- smack dab in the middle of dinner, in hopes of a positive strep or mono test, and NOT a lumbar puncture (spinal tap) at the hospital to rule out viral meningitis {that is apparently going around- who knew}
Long story short, negligent Mom was told that swollen-gland child has strep for the 4th time in 9 months. We now have our latest antibiotic, heirloom quilt, peanut butter cup ice cream, and unlimited TV for the next 24 hours.
I’m not sure who feels worse, Britton or Mama…….

Britton thought the sticker on her forehead was cool….. so she wore it while she enjoyed her 10:30 am lunch in bed…