This baby. Is a tornado of destruction.
In other terrible news, Harrison complained of chest pains again yesterday, and I sent him to football camp anyway thinking he was just overwhelmed by the thought of another long day in the sun (which? he totally was, BTW. He couldn't decide whether or not he wanted to go back and he was so indecisive that I realized it was the decision itself that was driving him nuts, not anxiety over the actual camp, so I just told him he was going, chest pain-- which I thought was fake-- or not). But then we checked on him last night after he was asleep and found him propped up with pillows and stuffed animals-- a sure sign of pericarditis because his chest hurts when he is flat on his back. We called the cardiologist right away, and she said to come in for an echo as soon as the tornado warning expired. There is no fluid yet, but he is back on his Ibuprofen and Zantac regimen because his pericardium looked "bright" on the screen, and his doctor thinks we caught it at the very beginning. We go back in 10 days for another echo, and the rheumatologist (consulted mid-tornado) thinks we might want to consider a long-term anti-inflammatory that is an off-label gout drug that has not been proven to prevent long term thickening of the pericardium but hasn't been proven NOT to prevent it either.. Erm. Luckily, Harry has his 8-year well check on Friday, so we can discuss it with his pediatrician. Bah.
But back to the mundane:
It was cloudy but not stormy this afternoon, so I ditched the babies with Ben and took Jack and Harry to the pool and read a book. Heavenly. Especially because I also did it the other day with just Jack-- twice in one week?? UNHEARD OF. Except Ben is not the hugest fan of the pool and he likes to hang with the babies and work on his online classes, so this might be a THING.
But look how redeemingly adorable she is.