The only thing worse than being sick with Covid is having a child sick with Covid. Saturday morning started off fine enough. After taking Friday off work, Tim took Eliana to work with him, and I hung out at home with Ivy. We slept in until 8:30 which is luxurious for our house. We had breakfast. I was relaxing after cleaning up the kitchen while Ivy was sitting beside me with my phone to watch cartoons. Suddenly she felt really warm.

I went to search the house for the thermometer. By the time I found and washed it, Ivy was seizing. If you never seen a grand mal seizure, it is quite upsetting. Her arms and legs were stiff, her eyes rhythmically blinking and her mouth foamed while her lips turned blue. It’s not her first one, so I knew to move her to a flat place. She could not talk. She could not stop. We had one dose left of the medicine that stops it, and I gave it to her. He body softened, but then she vomited all of her breakfast over her pajamas. She was catatonic.

I stripped her and put her in a warm bath and washed her hair. The water woke her up and she cried. It also cooled her down to 98 degrees. I redressed her, and myself, and put everything thing in the laundry set to hot. I called a nurse and she recommended going to the doctor. On Saturday, of course, the regular office was closed so we headed out to the pediatric ER about a half hour away. This is our third or fourth time. It’s mostly waiting.

Thankfully, there was an open isolation unit because I already have Covid and she had a suspected case. They checked her vitals, and gave her a Covid nasal swab. They also wanted to collect urine to rule out any other possible infectious causes of the fever. Five hours later we left.

The anti-seizure medicine that I wanted so badly was prescribed, however we already left the ER before they called and said it has to be a paper for prescription not a fax. It’s controlled substance, so I can’t get it from any pharmacy until the daytime. We’d have to go back tomorrow get the paper prescription and get it filled.

We ordered food from GrubHub, Tim and Eliana came home for dinner and we had a normal couple of hours. Ivy’s temperature went up again, so we dosed her alternating ibuprofen and Tylenol every three hours and sleeping in between — I had fever dreams.

Sunday morning brought a bit of reprieve with sunshine streaming through windows. The pharmacy did not have the medicine on hand and put in an order for Monday. Ivy’s fever kept creeping up, so we had to keep measuring and dosing her throughout the day.

Tim and I took a break out on the back porch and tried to soak up as much winter sun as the cool February day would allow. As the short afternoon wound down, Tim and Eliana walked to the Walgreens and picked up some snacks and two at-home tests for themselves. Tim was positive and Eliana negative. Bedtime did not come soon enough.

Currently it’s Monday. Eliana is at school and I am running laundry. Tim is not working, but sleeping. Ivy is begging my phone and my two on-line classes are starting today.