Bored, slightly sick 3 year old
Yup, for 17 contiguous days now we've had at least 1 sick person in our household. And for the past 10 days I've been one of them. For the past 3 days I've had both Gregory and Rebecca home sick, and been sick myself. Yesterday I got hit with a new cold, on top of my lingering flu symptoms and today it felt like my head was about to explode. Here's a small excerpt from my day home alone with 2 sick kids, for those of you who don't have kids yet, don't.
Sorry about my whining. I don't mean that - do have kids. My kids have given me the greatest joy I've ever known. Just be prepared for the occasional day like this:
We went to see the doctor today. Turns out Rebecca has the flu (probably H1N1, but they are no longer testing for it) and a secondary sinus infection. Gregory has a cold and ear infection. The doctor does not believe that he has the flu on top of that because of his high level of energy and I second that. Can anyone think of anything worse than feeling like you were hit by a truck, and having to care for a sick 6 year old, and an energetic, bored, slightly sick 3 year old for 13 hours straight by yourself? I stopped at CVS on the way home from the doctor's office and filled prescriptions for antibiotics for both kids. Here's the sequence of events after we got home. Actions are in italics:
Me: Stumble in the door carrying prescriptions, masks from doctor's office and whining 3 year old. Drop everything and open an unhealthy can of organic Spaghetti-O's since it's past lunch time and Gregory is starving.
Rebecca (shrill whining voice from the living room): Mom, I can't get Animal Planet on the TV.
Me: Hold on, let me get lunch started.
Gregory (climbing up to kitchen table): Mommy, talk to me!
Me: Just a minute. Let me get lunch started, and I need to give you each your first dose of medicine.
Rebecca: I don't want to take my medicine.
Me: Finish dumping Spaghetti-O's in pan and run to living room to turn on Animal Planet.
Gregory: Momma, talk to me!
Me: Rebecca, you have to take your medicine.
Me: Return to kitchen and start measuring out Gregory's antibiotic.
Rebecca (shrill whining voice from the living room): I want juice!
Me: Just a minute!
Me: Finish measuring Gregory's medicine. Bring it over to him and get him to drink it. Return to counter and start measuring Rebecca's medicine.
Gregory: Mommy, I just peed in my pants.
Me: Go use the potty! (When he has accidents, it's a small amount, and means he needs to do a lot more immediately).
Gregory: Come with me. I'm scared of the door (for some inexplicable reason, he has developed an intense fear of all the doors in our house).
Me: Stop measuring Rebecca's medicine. Carry Gregory to bathroom, turn on light. Stand there while he finishes peeing. Remove his wet pants and throw them down the laundry chute. Run back to kitchen and pick up Rebecca's medicine.
Gregory: Momma, talk to me! (As he climbs back on kitchen chair, sans pants).
Me: Gregory, just a minute. Let me give your sister her medicine, and I'll get you some pants.
Rebecca: I don't want to take my medicine.
Me: Carry medicine into living room and try to get Rebecca to drink it. She pushes it away.
Rebecca: Ugh - that's going to make me throw up.
Gregory (whining voice from kitchen): Momma, Momma, MOMMA!!
Me: WHATTT?
Gregory: I'm hungry.
Me: Force Rebecca to drink medicine.
Rebecca: That's disgusting. I'm going to throw up.
Me: Come have some Spaghetti-O's. It will take the taste out of your mouth.
Gregory: Momma, Momma, MOMMA!!
Me: Run upstairs, grab Gregory some sweatpants. He has no clean underwear upstairs - he will have to go commando.
Gregory: I'm hungry!
Rebecca: I want juice.
Me: Run downstairs. Put sweatpants on Gregory. Wash hands.
Gregory: Momma, talk to me!
Me (while spooning Spaghetti-O's into bowl): I can't right now. Eat your Spaghetti-O's.
Gregory: They're too hot.
Unhappy sick Rebecca
I won't torture you with any more. Did I mention I had a splitting headache and stuffed head the whole time, and all I wanted was to take some decongestant and some Advil and go to sleep? Hopefully the antibiotics will help, and they will start feeling better tomorrow.
3 comments:
I am so so so so sorry. We were right there with you. The kids were sick for 3 weeks and still have a lingering cough. My hubby is going on week 7. This is indeed the plague!
Aaaww... :( I hate watching the little faces of sick kids. :(
Thanks guys! Finally starting to feel back to normal (for me ;-)). I can't imagine 7 weeks! We all still have that awful lingering cough too.
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