El Huevo

Hi there.

It's been a while, huh? What can I say. Life. It gets to be hectic and crazy. This past week was an especially rough one for my kiddo and me.

My lil girl rarely, if ever, gets sick. Sure, some sniffles and a slight cough every couple of months, we can handle that. Well, last Sunday night, she started getting a pretty high fever. I took her to the ER but since I had already given her some meds, her temp was in the normal range. I decided to leave and take her to the doc first thing in the morning.

So, Monday morning, we head over to her doc and find that she had strep throat. It wasn't anything knew; she'd already  had a couple of run-ins with it before. I pretty much knew the drill. Well, the week went on but my lil monkey wasn't getting back to being her usually charming self. Even with a cold, this lil girl doesn't quit playing, laughing, or getting into her messes. This time, thought, she was was bound to the couch and her appetite had completely disappeared. I knew something else was going on.

Wednesday morning, back to the doc. I was told the same thing; strep throat but the infection was pretty strong. Wednesday night...her fevers were still going on strong.

Thursday evening, back to a night clinic. The end diagnosis: the flu. Another prescription and my kiddo was good to go. By this time, it had been a very looooooong week for both of us. She was fighting the sickness and I was sick with worry.

Friday morning, she woke up well, but the exhaustion was evident in her face. Her smiles were a bit dim but she was starting to get her sparkling demeanor back. Friday night though, I felt like we were back to square one. She woke up crying and complaining and I was so worried and freaked out that I did what every grown woman would do: I called my mom.

Mom rushed over to my apt (at 12 am....she's beyond awesome) and tried to soothe my lil girl the only way a grandmother can. My kiddo wasn't having none of it and was very incoherent. I was practically crying at her behavior (ok, I was bawling) and that's when my mom uttered the magic words: TRAE ME UN HUEVO.

Mom prayed over my daughter while sweeping her body with the egg and then cracked it into a glass of some water. That's when Mom said, "There it is. She had ojo y estaba fuerte."

haven't learned the correct way to read the egg yet..but I'm working on it

An hour later, my daughter was laughing and playing around with my mom. After that last episode, my daughter's been doing better. She's still tired and I'm still nervous but her health has improved a lot.

What a week. As for the whole curar de ojo thing, I know it didn't cure her of all the things that were making her sick. I know she was sick cuz of the infection and the flu BUT the egg sweep helped her too. I'm not overly superstitious but I believe in that.

So pardon the lapse in blog entries and I'll work on coming up with stuff. But for now, ladies and gents, here's wishing you all a great March month. I'm sure praying it's a boring one.

:-)