Le Sigh

The day we flew out to New York, I noticed Timmy had some gunk in his eyes. I wiped it away without thinking too much about it. Then it reappeared the next day. I figured he was probably ok since his eyes weren't red and he was acting normally. The next morning, the inside of his eyelid was a little bit red, so I decided to call the pediatrician. They called in prescription eye drops and it seemed to have stopped the eye from getting any worse.

As I stood in line at the pharmacy, I got a phone call telling me that my Grandma had passed away. That was Thursday afternoon.

Friday night we left New York and Timmy was much crankier than usual on the plane. He also started to feel very warm. I took him to the pediatrician this morning to make sure he would be ok to travel to Iowa for the funeral tomorrow. He had a fever of 100 but no ear infection, lungs were clear.

We all came home and proceeded to unpack, do laundry and book our flights. My Grandma lived in a small town on the Mississippi river in Iowa, which is basically impossible to find flights into. Our trip back involves two planes and a 4 hour drive.

Anyway, by the end of the day, Timmy's temperature had climbed to 102 degrees. I gave him more Motrin, a cool bath and nursed him. Now I'm sitting here, staring at the suitcases that still have not been emptied and thinking that the last thing I want to do is re-pack and travel with a sick baby for 14 hours tomorrow. I also don't want to wake up to find Timmy with a persistent high fever and have to cancel our flight.

How are you supposed to mourn a death when just getting to the funeral is this stressful?