Last week was a nightmare. It started on Saturday, when Noah and I were on our way to the grocery store. Ryan called and told me that he had to take Juliana back to get her blood drawn again because her white blood cell count was abnormally low meaning it could be celiac disease, cancer, or lab error. I wanted to throw up. Juliana was a trooper, just like the last time she got her blood drawn- no tears at all.
While we were at the grocery store, I bought Noah a donut from Dunkin Donuts and got myself an iced coffee. Halfway through the store, my heart started to race and I began to feel VERY weird. Needless to say, my heart raced for the rest of the day- and that is VERY uncomfortable (now I have a small glimpse into how my dad and my sister-in-law felt when their hearts would go into atrial fib).
Saturday night and Sunday night were basically sleepless nights for Ryan and I as we were waiting to hear Juliana's lab results. Finally, Monday night we got a call from the allergist that her white blood cells were normal. What a relief!
Tuesday, Ryan left to go out of town for the week. Tuesday night, Noah's nose started to run and Juliana decided that her week and a half of sleeping through the night was done. The remainder of my week was spent soothing Noah who has a bad cold, and getting up at night with Juliana who went on an eating strike and began projectiling again.
Needless to say that when Ryan came home Friday night, I was VERY happy to see him... even though he came home sick and has now gotten Juliana sick. I did manage to get these pictures taken of Noah and Juliana "reading" together this week.