Slowwwwwwwwwwwly crawling out of the sick-hole

Isaac stayed home again from school yesterday with a fever in the high 99's. Better, but not back to his old spunky self, and certainly illegal for the purposes of day-care attendance. Unfortunately, Dad and I both had meetings, but we managed to dance a little working-parent jig where he took the morning shift and I took the rest. Though he was feeling better, 2 days with a fever to me = trip to doctor, so we took Isaac to see Dr. Kira again, mainly to see if he didn't have another ear infection. He doesn't (phew), but she couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. While I was perfectly okay with that (teething! random viruses!), especially since his fever and attitude where both steadily improving, she was not okay with that, and suggested that he *might* have a urinary tract infection. She suggested we test for that. Of course, testing for a UTI in adults is pretty straightforward -- one pees in a cup. "How do you make babies pee in a cup?" I asked. "You don't," she says, "you catheterize them." She wanted to catheterize my poor buddy, who had already been suffering enough under his illness, don't you think? I was a little shocked that she would bring up this kind of thing, especially since it seemed like he was getting better. We talked about it for awhile, and finally I just sighed and said, "Look. If you really think that this is what we need to do, right now, then let's do it. But if you think we could just watchfully wait instead, I would much rather do that." She agreed in the end that maybe we shouldn't shove a tube up my poor baby's pee-er, but sent us home with a verbal list of symptoms to watch for on this three day weekend. Isaac has so far come down with none.

To otherwise keep us sane on these beeyooteeful days we've been having here in Seattle, we've been going on lots of (well-bundled-up) walks.