Good things always come in threes

At least that's what we used to say with my sorority sisters in college. Unfortunately, it would seem, not so great things also come in threes...

It all started two weekends ago. On Sunday we discovered that Sofi's first tooth had made an appearance (Hurrah!), which explained the fussiness and restlessness the night before. That night we discovered she had a little fever, but with the teething thing, I didn't think much of it - gave her some ibuprofen and we went to sleep. Monday she spent the day with Grandma and they had a good day, until the time I got there to pick her up -- her fever had spiked to a toasty 102.6. Since she was starting to act a little bit out of it we decided to take her in to the clinic (fortunately they had the last appointment open!). We got there, and her fever was up to 103. Quick check: raging ear infection -- strike #1.

Visiting mami's office

We got a prescription for amoxicillin and a recommendation to keep administering ibuprofen for 2 more days if necessary. When we gave her a bad that night her fever was up to 104.2. Freaking scary. But she was acting fine, which the doctor said not to worry unless the behavior changes. It was not an easy night, but all things considered we slept decently -- she spent most of the night sleeping on me which wasn't great for me, but she rested.

Tuesday and Wednesday were uneventful. Her fever stuck around - even with the ibuprofen it seemed to stay at a stead 101-102, but she did not seemed bother by it, and other than not eating or drinking much she had a regular day.

Thursday her fever finally broke and she had a great day with Allison and Charlie, and she was back to eating somewhat normally. When we got home I was playing with her and Nico when I noticed a little redness in the back of her neck; I pulled her shirt back and discovered a rash that covered her entire chest and back. She was acting normal, so I calmly took a picture and sent it to Diana. "Should I be worried?" Her immediate response: "Call doctor now." And then I panicked -- strike #2.

But the doctor wasn't worried. Since she was otherwise acting normally they told me it was probably just an allergic reaction to the medication, they changed my prescription, and told me to come in the next morning for a check up. But it's kind of impossible not to worry when your 9-month old has an allergic reaction to a penicillin antibiotic.

So Friday morning we went back to the clinic. I was told that given the symptoms it could be an allergic reaction to the amoxicillin (and we won't know if she's allergic until we give it to her again some day -- that's something to look forward to) or Roseola, and there's no way to know. By now the rash is (mostly) all gone, she hasn't had a fever since Thursday, and I'm hopeful that the antibiotics cleared the ear infection. So not a terrible thing.. but still not great.

Happy, despite the rash.

And then Tuesday morning as I was getting in the shower, half asleep still, I looked down, and realized that I was missing the diamond from my grandmother's ring. I have torn through every corner of the house looking for it. It's gone and I am heartbroken -- strike #3.

I know... it's just a material thing... and it's nothing compared to what others lose every day, but it's still the sentimental value attached to it. And it was the thing that happened after several other things that weren't great, and I'm exhausted, and Lola is driving me nuts (more on that another day), and it just pushed me over the edge.

But this little angel is doing better, and we're all (mostly) healthy otherwise, so despite everything, things are good.

Good sleep.