Relax and Enjoy Your Holidays!

We have been experiencing the most amazing, unexpected, and mesmerizing week around here. The snow started to fall shortly before we began celebrating our daughter’s third birthday last weekend. The snow started…and then the ice formed…then the blizzard came…and the snow kept coming and coming…it has become (and continues to be) the most magical Winter Wonderland I’ve ever witnessed. My car has been buried for days, and I’ve left the house only once in over a week!

Unfortunately, Eva was overtaken by the first fever she’s ever had right at the beginning of all of the weather, so she hasn’t been able to go out and enjoy it. Out of nowhere one evening, her temperature hit 103 degrees. Of course, I went on instant and full-time Mommy Watch for two days and nights. On the third day, I thought we were in the clear.

In the clear, that is, until it seemed like her mouth looked a little blue. A few minutes later, I noticed her fingernails also looked like they were turning blue, and so did both of her feet.

“Does she looke blue to you?” I asked George.

“Kids are bound to change color,” was his (crazy!) response.

“They aren’t supposed to turn blue!” I said as I dialed the number to her doctor.

When Eva started shivering and shuddering uncontrollably, I yelled again for George to hurry and get her dressed for the E.R.

The doctor said the hospital wasn’t necessary right then and there, and that her fever was most likely getting ready to spike and I should get her into a warm bath. Afterwards, I was to get her into some cozy jammies and swaddle her in a blanket. That’s what I did, and then I held her all afternoon as she slept in my arms like an infant.

It has been several days now, and she is doing much better. The fever has transitioned into a cold, which means she’ll be a happy-enough participant on Christmas Eve and the following morning.

In other news, George made calls today to receive and then start spreading the official word to fellow coastal Dungeness crab fishermen that they’ll be dumping gear on December 12th and making the first pick on the 15th.

“That means you’re stuck with me for another two weeks,” George said this afternoon, shortly before leaving to start his Christmas shopping (yes,  it is December 23!)

I’m definitely not complaining. Between the snow, blizzards, ice, a hidden car, and a feverish toddler (and an even younger toddler we hope doesn’t get it), I can use all the help I can get.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all. I hope you’re able to truly relax over the break and create some new and wonderful memories. Blessings to you in the New Year!







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