C was sitting on my lap in church yesterday morning when she started to feel warm. I decided to take her home early and when we got home she was running a fever. That seemed to be her main complaint other than a passing headache. I kept her home in the evening, but her fever had seemed to break. This morning she seemed fine, but as the day trudged on it started rising again, and by this afternoon she seemed to be heading downhill.
I took her to the walk in hours at the pediatrician (at this point we should have a parking spot with our name on it) and we learned that she has the flu. Yup… the flu. It’s flu A which is what the boys had earlier in the year, though there is no way to know if it is the same strain. The doctor said it is possible they might get it again. I sure hope not because as I went on the second great Tamiflu hunt of 2017 (it’s pretty much sold out everywhere…) I finally found it at a small, out of the way pharmacy and when I went to purchase it, my insurance declined to cover the two bottles. I could only buy one. Apparently we have maxed out our Tamiflu resources until June, so if we need any more it’s going to cost more than $380/ prescription. When I asked the pharmacist what I should do she gave me a sympathetic smile and said, “Pray the other ones don’t get it.”
So that’s my plan, friends. I’m praying like crazy the others don’t get it, especially poor Baby E. We could sure use a break at our house!
C’s incredibly disappointed in the flavor of the Tamiflu, but she took it this evening and now all the kids are tucked in bed. I’m praying for an uneventful night and peaceful sleep all around. Thank you for your prayers!
God is good, all the time!