We Are Statistics

The last several have been a whirlwind - and heartbreaking. What is worse that a child that feels miserable? Here is the Brown family health timeline for the past 5 days.  Its almost unbelievable to me.
 
Wednesday
- Miles and Noah got FluMist.

Thursday 

- Miles came home from school with fever and headache.

Friday 

- Miles woke up with high fever feeling very lethargic. 

- Griffin continued to pull on his ears even though he just finished a round of antibiotics. 

- We headed to the pediatrician for a battery of tests, then to the radiologist for chest x-rays, then back to the md for 2 shots of rocephin for his diagnosed case of pneumonia. 

- Griffin was prescribed another round of antibiotics for his ear infection.

Saturday 

- Miles woke up with fever, feeling punky. 

- Noah woke up a high fever, feeling AWFUL. 

- Mike took the boys to the pediatrician while I stayed home with Griffin. 

- Miles got another rocephin shot. 

- Noah threw up everywhere in the doctor's office, headed to Urgent Care to get a check x-ray, then got a shot of rocephin for his pneumonia. 

- When the guys got back, I headed in to urgent care and tested positive for FluA (H1N1). By the grace of God I was prescribed Tamiflu (which I should not have been, since I'm not high risk. I think she pitied my sick kids at home and didn't want them to get the flu also). I arrived home and headed straight to my bedroom, where I've been ordered to remain until I'm fever-free (I'm hoping its before Wednesday!).

Sunday 

- Miles woke up feeling better. 

- Noah woke up with a high fever, feeling awful (the md said he would likely feel awful until tomorrow). 

- I feel awful. 

- Griffin woke up with a fever (101), but was acting completely normal. Then, he woke up from his nap with a 104 degree fever, so Mike rushed him to urgent care and they confirmed that he also has the flu. He's already started Tamiflu.

This flu is awful. The only time I feel remotely human is 90 minutes after I've taken advil. It lasts for a couple of hours and then I feel awful until my next cyle of "90 minutes after I've taken advil". I wish I could take advil every 90 minutes instead of every 6 hours.  I would not wish this on anyone, especially not a child. I feel so sad for the boys and it is literally killing me that I can't hug, comfort, and kiss them.  Its a sad, helpless feeling. Please pray that our bodies will fight these germs, that none of the other boys will get the flu, and that Mike will stay healthy. He has been running the Brown Family ship, doing an awesome job. We're blessed to have him. 



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Here is a sweet get-well card that Ella made for Miles.  We've also received deliveries of ginger ale and saltines (thanks, Blake!) and lots of phone calls.  Thanks for everyone's support!