… & baby makes four.

This past week has been a whirlwind to say the least.

Friday night I started to get sick and realized I had caught a stomach bug. Thankfully the next day Justin didn't have to work very long so he was able to take over watching Ryan Kate as soon as he got home — and I was released to pop a much needed Phenergan. I found sweet, sweet sleep for several hours until I heard Ryan Kate's little feet hitting the tile in our kitchen which leads straight into our room. So I pried my tired eyes open to see a huge grin and her daddy behind her holding a puppy. The same puppy I was supposed to have 24 more hours to prepare for… The poor baby was ate up by fleas so we took her straight to the bath and bathed her in two different flea shampoos. She is the most precious thing ever. She is so calm and has the sweetest face. The next few hours were great. They were full of sweet snuggles and smiles.

Then night time hit and guess who got stuck with the night shift. I almost typed first night shift, but the problem is that Justin will never take a night shift. He slept through Ryan Kate's colic that was sent to us straight from the devil himself.

I felt somewhat better though so I was prepared for it. I mean I have raised a baby. I could do the one hour wake ups again. I was, however, not prepared for the 15 minute wake up calls. Sweet, little, angel faced puppy had a HUGE case of the runs. So I pretty much just stayed up, outside all night long and fought the urge to throw up.

So the next morning I sent Justin a text and told him something was wrong with the puppy (… he was fishing, of course.) When he got home he took over and I took a nap! While I was napping, he had read online that there were a few minor reasons that could have caused her to be sick, so we decided to wait it out another day.

When I woke up Sunday afternoon we decided to buy a flea collar from our local store just as precaution until she could have flea medicine. You have to know something about me before I explain why I was up for the third night in a row. If there is warning label or side effect on ANYTHING.. there is always an extremely high risk that is going to happen to me. It's not that I'm allergic to anything really, but I have really, really bad luck.

Sunday night we all piled into the bed. I've been letting the puppy sleep with us since I'm a light sleeper and will know when she is awake and needs to go outside. Everything had been going pretty good minus the poop situation. Ryan Kate even fell asleep with her. Around midnight I started to itch. I don't mean like a little bug bite… I mean like full blown hives. I immediately thought about taking Benadryl, but what in the heck was I going to do with diarrhea dog when it knocked me out? SO I put it off — until my throat started to close up. Apparently, I'm allergic to flea collars. I had no choice but to hand her over to Justin, take Benadryl, and get the heck away from that room. Of course, the puppy slept through the rest of the night with him.

The next morning I told Justin she had to go to the vet. I was over it. So he took her while me and Ryan Kate slept the morning away. $120 later we find out that nothing is really wrong with her besides normal puppy stuff. She tested positive for roundworms *yuck!!* and was sent home with medicine. Flea medicine, worm medicine, and diarrhea medicine… plus new dog food and shampoo to heal her little wounds from the flea bites. She was pretty much a different puppy within the next couple of days. But believe me when I say NOTHING stopped Ryan Kate and her from bonding. She totes her around everywhere she goes and if she's not holding her then the puppy is following her every step.