Being Sick

Since Pony Gal's premature birth, I have always been hyper-vigilant about us spreading our sickness elsewhere, and tend to get peeved when others do not at least give a heads up. Unfortunately, I have been pretty lax here lately about staying home. With the frigid weather, our whole household has been inundated with cabin fever. It seems that getting out of the house is about the only way to help. We really don't get sick too frequently, though. This most recent cold, from which I am currently suffering, is really cruddy, though. Superboy and I were both up all night with earaches and my throat is terribly swollen. To anyone we have been around, I apologize. Unfortunately I think this stuff hit and didn't show symptoms right away because it was just overnight that the whole house started getting icky, and ickier...I thought I had escaped it.
Now, that being said, as the kids get older, I have gotten lax in avoiding others who are sick, as well. I believe a little bit of this or that now and then helps to build the immune system, as much as it sucks to ride it out. That is also why we are delaying and avoiding certain vaccinations for Superboy, and nixing continuation of some of the ones Pony Gal got as a baby (much to the doctor's chagrin).
I know not everyone is up for being sick, and had it been feverish or pukey, we totally wouldn't have ventured out. I do wait a day or two after I see stuff pop up to make sure it isn't more than a cold, but for Sarah at the Sci Center yesterday, I hope we didn't pass this too you. It escalated after we left to some serious crabbiness, but it was fun to hang and talk!
I CAN'T WAIT FOR WARMER WEATHER!

Doctor woes

So, up until yesterday I was rather fond of our pediatrician. But, Superboy's one year checkup yesterday changed my mind, and I will be looking for someone different. That man questioned just about everything but Superboy's actual development. It started with his weight. He hasn't been gaining as quickly as he was. Um, anyone who has seen my son knows he is in constant motion. He doesn't look or act hungry. His height keeps going. The doc insisted that there were vitamin supplements what would help, just in case we have a problem later, and said that like he knew there would be. Ug. Then he made a comment about how it looked like I was having troubles getting him off the breast. Did I say I wanted him off? Should he be off? Can ya show me where that is necessary? His father was "on the breast" until he was 3. Uh huh. Then he insisted on writing me a script for silvadene cream, "just in case" the two little sores on Superboy's unmentionables didn't heal. The ones I told him he had just gotten because we went too long between diaper changes while his Grandpa was getting through all the nursing home business. And that they always clear up within like a week. He doesn't get rashes. He gets spotty sores. He doesn't even act like he knows they're there. Then there was the vax schedule. Superboy got his first vax yesterday, his dtap, because we live in the country, we have livestock, my son is obsessed with being outside-its just the smart way to go there. I don't intend for him to get any others unless some massive epidemic breaks out. If I decide to get pregnant again, I'll get retested for rubella and I can get the vax if I need it. My kids don't need to get them, otherwise. Doc insists that maybe if this shot goes well we can give Superboy a couple at the next visit to start to catch him up. Did I say I wanted to catch him up? On top of that, Pony Gal was wound up and the calls about Grandpa H's situation and acting like a crazy person were rolling in on top of each other so I was in a pretty bad mood on the way out. All I have to say is grrrr.