All last week I had a horrible cold. It started as an annoying sore throat and then moved to my nose and finally, it landed in my chest and a horrible cough developed. I was a mess to say the least. Sleep was not happening and as the days went on, I felt my body shutting down more and more.
Timing for this cold was the worst! The kids started back to school, my job at the preschool was kicking in at full speed, and The Crazy Man had quite a few issues that he needed help with. There were dentist and orthodontist appts to go to, therapy appts that couldn't be missed and a few back-to-school events. My usual strategy when I feel a cold coming on is to pay no attention to it and know that it will go away shortly. Power on with everything I need to do and be everywhere I need to be. For some reason this "mind over matter" stay strong way of thinking works out and I hardly miss a beat.
Not this time. This time this cold kicked my butt. By day 3 I threw in the towel and went to the doctor. He said I had bronchitis and prescribed me an antibiotic. It was still another 48 hours before I felt human again. It's amazing how a good night of sleep can make or break you.
I hate being sick. I don't have time for it. I wish there was a way I could find out in advance when I'll be sick and then I'll schedule it in. But since that can't happen, I will never have 4 or 5 days completely responsibility-free to cater to a cold or bronchitis or whatever is ailing me. No way.
I am thankful for a husband who is quick to offer to work from home and help me. I am thankful for an employer who is quick to take one look at me and tell me to go home early. I am also thankful for medications that help me breathe and cough less. And Nyquil is a good thing too. A very good thing.
I don't get sick often but when I do it is very memorable. And it sucks!
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Wednesday, September 6, 2017
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Sick no more!
We ended 2016 much like we started 2017 with one of us being sick. Most of December 2016 and the first week of January 2017 had us dealing with fevers, sore throats, flu, colds, and vomiting. So not fun! Each of us was spaced far enough apart that I don't think we were all sick with the same thing or caught it from one another. Ian missed a full week of school right before Winter Break and needed a nebulizer to help him breathe. This was a first for him. And Sam was the latest to get sick; just now recovering from a very high fever for 4 days. In between, Jeff was confirmed with the flu (despite having received a flu shot!), and I had a bad cold that put me out of commission for 2 days.
I find us getting ill noteworthy. For the most part, we are a very healthy bunch and rarely get sick. It's not common for Jeff to call in to work sick, or for me to drink NyQuil like its water so that I can get some much needed sleep. Even Ian and Sam very rarely miss school because they don't feel well.
But something was definitely in the air and it affected all of us in one way or another. Now that we have that out of the way, I hope we can move onward, keep us all upright and germ-free.
For the record, Sam was the most dramatic out of all of us when she was sick. The drama was extra high with this one. At the end of a two week Winter Break, it was a extra challenging when we both realized she wasn't going back to school when all the other kids did. Somehow we survived and lived to tell about it.
Fingers crossed we are done and can resume our regularly scheduled programming.
I find us getting ill noteworthy. For the most part, we are a very healthy bunch and rarely get sick. It's not common for Jeff to call in to work sick, or for me to drink NyQuil like its water so that I can get some much needed sleep. Even Ian and Sam very rarely miss school because they don't feel well.
But something was definitely in the air and it affected all of us in one way or another. Now that we have that out of the way, I hope we can move onward, keep us all upright and germ-free.
For the record, Sam was the most dramatic out of all of us when she was sick. The drama was extra high with this one. At the end of a two week Winter Break, it was a extra challenging when we both realized she wasn't going back to school when all the other kids did. Somehow we survived and lived to tell about it.
Fingers crossed we are done and can resume our regularly scheduled programming.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Fever for four days
Her teacher said she was the 3rd one at her table to get sick. Knowing Sam the way I do, I can picture her seeing the kids at her table dropping like flies, getting a vacation from school and licking their seats and table space to catch this bug too. Well if that's what she did, it worked. Sam couldn't kick this fever of varying temps of 100 to 101 for all 4 days. We were stuck at home. It was not fun. It made for a long week. A very long week.
By Friday, I was going stir crazy. I had a whole day of appointments and errands I needed to do and couldn't handle staying indoors another day. My ability to go with the flow had an expiration date. I gave Sam her morning does of Tylenol and off we went. From 9:00am to 2:30pm, we must've stopped at 8 different places (drs appts, target, dry cleaner, lunch, etc.). Samantha was a trooper the whole day. We had a really nice day together. By the time we got back home, any medicine I had given her had worn off and she no longer had a fever. Yay! Three cheers for her fever finally breaking.
It was a crazy week. I am glad it is over. And now back to our regular scheduled programming.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
105.7 and I am not talking about a dial on the radio.
The day after we got back from our week at Ocean City, NJ Sam picked up a nasty virus. We are still not sure where she got it or exactly when it invaded her, but it certainly took residence in her body and wreaked havoc.
For over 24 hours, Sam had a fever of 105.7 My kids have never gotten fevers like this (and for the most part are very healthy), so it really made us take notice. It was hard not to freak out. All the medicine we gave Sam did nothing to bring down the fever because she was also vomiting non-stop. The medicine wouldn't stay down. Not even water. Oh my!
Of course we were in constant contact with Sam's doctor for 2 days, even like at 1:30am. Do we bring her to the ER/hospital? What else can we do to get the fever down? We brought her in for an office visit to rule our strep and a urinary tract infection (given her many potty issues). There was no underlying cause we could find. The only treatment prescribed was to give her alternating doses of Tylenol and Motrin every 3 hours around the clock - even waking her up during the night. Use cold compresses, give her a lukewarm bath and try to get her to eat popsicles.
Once she was finally able to get some of the medicine to stay in her, her fever finally broke. I will never forget how deliriously happy I was at 4:00am when I took her temperature and it registered 103.1. Who in their right mind would be happy seeing a number this high? Me! When you've gone more than 24 hours at 105+ temps, 103 is looking mighty good. That morning Sam kept it steady at 101.3 for the next 12 hours, but that was ok. The medicine was working and her body was doing what it needed to and fight the virus. A full 3 days later (from when all this initially started) Sam got her temperature back to normal.
Here is the craziest thing about all this. At no point did Sam become lethargic, delirious or being out of it. Every time we spoke with her doctor, she asked us how Sam's temperament was. Sam could be heard in the background being her usually feisty self. She certainly didn't sound sick. And as much as she was throwing up, she was still hungry.
With the 3 days Sam was stuck at home this particular week and the 2 days Sam was stuck in the house the following week (with her GI clean out), Sam was a trooper. Ian had friends pick him up for playdates and get him out of the house. But Sam had no choice but to be home. She did great. At one point, Ian comes home at the end of the day spent at a local waterpark with friends. He walks in the house telling us all the fun he had. Sam just looks at us and asks, "You think I can be let out tomorrow?" It was very funny.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Down for the count, Part 3
I wrote my post "Down for the count, Part 2" too soon! I indicated that Jeff escaped the bug. It had been more than 72 hours since I had gotten sick. I was certain we were in the clear. Unfortunately that wasn't the case. Say it isn't so, but Jeff got hit too! Fortunately it wasn't nearly as bad as the rest of the family. But for a few hours Jeff did have a fever and was running back and forth to the bathroom. It seemed that as this bug went through all of us, its effects lessened in each of us.
On Thursday, Jeff came home from work not feeling well. Went to bed early and by the time morning came, he was back to being upright and at work -- even on time. Whew! I am happy that he recovered so fast.
Now I can officially say we are done with this illness. Buh-bye! Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
On Thursday, Jeff came home from work not feeling well. Went to bed early and by the time morning came, he was back to being upright and at work -- even on time. Whew! I am happy that he recovered so fast.
Now I can officially say we are done with this illness. Buh-bye! Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Down for the count, Part 2
So my story does not end with the kids getting sick the last day of Spring Break. Nooooooooo. Unfortunately, this vomiting / fever combo took another victim. Me! 48 hours after the kids had it, it found a new body to inhabit. How fun.
The family and I had a wonderful day on Sunday at Gravelly Point. We had a lovely picnic, brought the kids' scooters and some balls to throw around. It was a delightful afternoon and one of my favorite places to hang out with the family that is low key and easy.
I had already asked my boss for the next day (Monday) off from my job at the preschool. Ian had an eye appointment with an Opthamologist at 10:30am. He had recently tanked his eye exam at his yearly pediatrician check-up and I was pretty sure Ian was going to need glasses. It comes as no surprise as both Jeff and I are pretty close to blind without some kind of corrective lenses.
I made dinner and sat down with the family. Took one bite and I was done. Got up from the table and crawled into bed. By 7:00pm, I was revisiting my awesome salad from lunch. It didn't look so pretty now. At midnight, round 2 hit me again. Ugh. It was a horrible night and I couldn't get comfortable. When Jeff saw the way I was after dinner, he immediately sent an email to his coworkers alerting them to the fact he'd be working from home and juggling the kids. He knew I was in no shape to do anything but lie in bed and go back and forth to the bathroom. In my 9 years of being a mom, I've only ever asked him to stay home from work once. And that turned out to be an emergency appendectomy. This was my 2nd time. Not a bad track record, if I do say so myself.
Jeff got Sam off to school. It didn't make sense to send Ian to school because his appointment was smack dab in the middle of the half day Monday. Jeff instructed Ian to do some work for religious school and he put in a few hours before it was time to go to the eye dr. It was killing me to let Jeff take Ian to this appointment on his own. I couldn't do it. I knew they were both capable, but to not be there for Ian's first eye dr appointment was huge. I had this vision that Ian would walk through the door wearing some 80's style frames that we'd be stuck looking at for a year. I had to go. I needed to hear first hand what the diagnosis was and how bad Ian's eyesight really was.
I took a shower, brushed my teeth and ate a banana. It's amazing what those 3 little things can do for a person. I no longer had a fever and I hadn't thrown up in over 10 hours. I made my way downstairs and said I was going. Jeff made me promise to not throw up in his car. I felt pretty certain the worst was over and I was starting to get better. However, I did keep an eye out for the closest trash can and or bathroom in every room I walked in. You just never know.
Ian was a rockstar during his eye exam. As Jeff and I were watching Ian get a few of the letters wrong, I so badly wanted to whisper the right answers to him. I knew then that it might've been better if I did stay at home. :) It turns out that Ian does not need glasses. Not yet anyway. He will most definitely at some point in the next few years. But for at least the next 6 months he is good to go. We were given a home vision test to give Ian every 6 months. If his vision gets worse before his next check-up in a 1 1/2 years, then we bring him back in. But for now, his vision isn't that bad.
Once I got back home, I took a very long nap. By the time I woke up, it was like a fog had lifted from my head. I felt so much better and was getting my energy back and my appetite. Why can't the lack of appetite thing last longer than 12 hours? I need that part of the illness to linger for at least 6 months.
And in the best news yet, we seem to have rid the house of the vomiting / fever combo illness. It's been more than 48 hours since I got sick and Jeff is still standing strong. It's a good thing too. This bug is not fun.
The family and I had a wonderful day on Sunday at Gravelly Point. We had a lovely picnic, brought the kids' scooters and some balls to throw around. It was a delightful afternoon and one of my favorite places to hang out with the family that is low key and easy.
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| My usual self-timer picture at Gravelly Point |
I had already asked my boss for the next day (Monday) off from my job at the preschool. Ian had an eye appointment with an Opthamologist at 10:30am. He had recently tanked his eye exam at his yearly pediatrician check-up and I was pretty sure Ian was going to need glasses. It comes as no surprise as both Jeff and I are pretty close to blind without some kind of corrective lenses.
I made dinner and sat down with the family. Took one bite and I was done. Got up from the table and crawled into bed. By 7:00pm, I was revisiting my awesome salad from lunch. It didn't look so pretty now. At midnight, round 2 hit me again. Ugh. It was a horrible night and I couldn't get comfortable. When Jeff saw the way I was after dinner, he immediately sent an email to his coworkers alerting them to the fact he'd be working from home and juggling the kids. He knew I was in no shape to do anything but lie in bed and go back and forth to the bathroom. In my 9 years of being a mom, I've only ever asked him to stay home from work once. And that turned out to be an emergency appendectomy. This was my 2nd time. Not a bad track record, if I do say so myself.
Jeff got Sam off to school. It didn't make sense to send Ian to school because his appointment was smack dab in the middle of the half day Monday. Jeff instructed Ian to do some work for religious school and he put in a few hours before it was time to go to the eye dr. It was killing me to let Jeff take Ian to this appointment on his own. I couldn't do it. I knew they were both capable, but to not be there for Ian's first eye dr appointment was huge. I had this vision that Ian would walk through the door wearing some 80's style frames that we'd be stuck looking at for a year. I had to go. I needed to hear first hand what the diagnosis was and how bad Ian's eyesight really was.
I took a shower, brushed my teeth and ate a banana. It's amazing what those 3 little things can do for a person. I no longer had a fever and I hadn't thrown up in over 10 hours. I made my way downstairs and said I was going. Jeff made me promise to not throw up in his car. I felt pretty certain the worst was over and I was starting to get better. However, I did keep an eye out for the closest trash can and or bathroom in every room I walked in. You just never know.
Ian was a rockstar during his eye exam. As Jeff and I were watching Ian get a few of the letters wrong, I so badly wanted to whisper the right answers to him. I knew then that it might've been better if I did stay at home. :) It turns out that Ian does not need glasses. Not yet anyway. He will most definitely at some point in the next few years. But for at least the next 6 months he is good to go. We were given a home vision test to give Ian every 6 months. If his vision gets worse before his next check-up in a 1 1/2 years, then we bring him back in. But for now, his vision isn't that bad.
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| Ian sitting in the chair at the eye doctor. |
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| Walking out of the appointment wearing the shades because his eyes are dialated. |
And in the best news yet, we seem to have rid the house of the vomiting / fever combo illness. It's been more than 48 hours since I got sick and Jeff is still standing strong. It's a good thing too. This bug is not fun.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Down for the count
The last day of Spring Break was to be spent going to my dentist appointment, hitting Georgetown Cupcakes and meeting Jeff for lunch near his office. Our day was going to end at a friend's house for dinner; which we were all really looking forward to. However, the kids had other plans. Getting sick wasn't part of the Spring Break plan, but it took a very prominent place on our calendar.
My kids rarely (and I mean RARELY!!) get sick. I can't even remember the last time they had a cold, or a cough, or a fever. I attribute their amazing immune systems to my lack of being a germaphobe. I do not freak out about dirt or making sure the kids have used hand sanitizer every hour of the day. I guess they were overdue in the getting sick department, because both kids got hit hard as our week was winding down.
Ian threw up at 1:00am, 3:15am, and 4:30am as Thursday became Friday. Yowzer! I felt so bad for him. It was not a fun night nor an easy one to get through. Sam managed to sleep through the night (and all the activity right outside her room), but when she woke up on Friday morning, she promptly made up for lost time and threw up EVERYWHERE! In fact, she took one look at the couch, Pinky, the bathroom, and pillow and said, "Wow, I really made a mess." Why yes, yes you did.
At this point, Ian took a dose of Advil for his fever and went to sleep. I cleaned Sam's trail of vomit and got the first of many loads of wash started. Sam took some Advil for her fever and finally went to sleep too about an hour later.
With both kids napping at the same time, I kept the washer and dryer going non-stop and kept up with the laundry. I also made a very time intensive dish for dinner that I said I would bring over anyway when I knew we wouldn't make dinner at our friend's.
Once the kids woke-up, they were both pretty listless and didn't cause much trouble. It was a long day trying to get them to stay hydrated, offer very bland foods and convince them that at some point they will feel better soon. Neither child is used to being sick and not having the energy they usually have was a very foreign concept to them. They both refused to eat anything. They would take a bite of bread and push the rest away. I didn't force them, more because I didn't want to be cleaning it up again an hour later. I monitored the kids to make sure they were peeing enough (an indication that they were hydrated) and kept a log of when I gave medicine, how much and to whom. I wrote what time they fell asleep, who woke up when and what their temperature was every 2 hours. I also wrote down if either of them threw up again. This log alone was a full-time job!
By the time Jeff walked in the door at 5:45pm, I was very happy for another adult (and a healthy one at that) to interact with. It was time for him to take over. The kids went to sleep early and we could only hope they would both sleep through the night.
When Saturday morning arrived, everyone was awake, well-rested and fever free!! Yay! And in even better news, the vomiting had stopped. Whew!! Within one hour of waking, both kids went back to sleep. So crazy!! I don't think my kids have ever done that before. Sam slept for 2 hours, Ian slept for 3 hours. The rest of the day was spent indoors taking it easy with no fevers and no throwing up. Three cheers for a fast moving bug!!!
Sam was going stir crazy from being cooped up for almost 2 full days. Jeff took her grocery shopping at Wegman's in the late afternoon.
I was very surprised at how fast the week had been flying by. I even joked to a mommy friend that all my hair was still in my head -- I hadn't pulled it out yet! But when you throw Friday into the week, I was very ready for school to start again. We ended Spring Break with a bang.
My kids rarely (and I mean RARELY!!) get sick. I can't even remember the last time they had a cold, or a cough, or a fever. I attribute their amazing immune systems to my lack of being a germaphobe. I do not freak out about dirt or making sure the kids have used hand sanitizer every hour of the day. I guess they were overdue in the getting sick department, because both kids got hit hard as our week was winding down.
Ian threw up at 1:00am, 3:15am, and 4:30am as Thursday became Friday. Yowzer! I felt so bad for him. It was not a fun night nor an easy one to get through. Sam managed to sleep through the night (and all the activity right outside her room), but when she woke up on Friday morning, she promptly made up for lost time and threw up EVERYWHERE! In fact, she took one look at the couch, Pinky, the bathroom, and pillow and said, "Wow, I really made a mess." Why yes, yes you did.
At this point, Ian took a dose of Advil for his fever and went to sleep. I cleaned Sam's trail of vomit and got the first of many loads of wash started. Sam took some Advil for her fever and finally went to sleep too about an hour later.
With both kids napping at the same time, I kept the washer and dryer going non-stop and kept up with the laundry. I also made a very time intensive dish for dinner that I said I would bring over anyway when I knew we wouldn't make dinner at our friend's.
Once the kids woke-up, they were both pretty listless and didn't cause much trouble. It was a long day trying to get them to stay hydrated, offer very bland foods and convince them that at some point they will feel better soon. Neither child is used to being sick and not having the energy they usually have was a very foreign concept to them. They both refused to eat anything. They would take a bite of bread and push the rest away. I didn't force them, more because I didn't want to be cleaning it up again an hour later. I monitored the kids to make sure they were peeing enough (an indication that they were hydrated) and kept a log of when I gave medicine, how much and to whom. I wrote what time they fell asleep, who woke up when and what their temperature was every 2 hours. I also wrote down if either of them threw up again. This log alone was a full-time job!
By the time Jeff walked in the door at 5:45pm, I was very happy for another adult (and a healthy one at that) to interact with. It was time for him to take over. The kids went to sleep early and we could only hope they would both sleep through the night.
When Saturday morning arrived, everyone was awake, well-rested and fever free!! Yay! And in even better news, the vomiting had stopped. Whew!! Within one hour of waking, both kids went back to sleep. So crazy!! I don't think my kids have ever done that before. Sam slept for 2 hours, Ian slept for 3 hours. The rest of the day was spent indoors taking it easy with no fevers and no throwing up. Three cheers for a fast moving bug!!!
Sam was going stir crazy from being cooped up for almost 2 full days. Jeff took her grocery shopping at Wegman's in the late afternoon.
I was very surprised at how fast the week had been flying by. I even joked to a mommy friend that all my hair was still in my head -- I hadn't pulled it out yet! But when you throw Friday into the week, I was very ready for school to start again. We ended Spring Break with a bang.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Heart scary
I am not ready to lose my mom. I don't think I'll ever be ready (maybe when she is 120?!?!), but I know for sure right now would not be a good time. Not even close.
The Wednesday before Jeff and Ian went to Orlando, my mom landed in the hospital. She was having heart pain, but wasn't sure where it was coming from...reflux or her heart? By the time we all knew what was going on, the biggest part of the scare was over. My mom apparently had a heart attack (the day before? No one is entirely sure) and her triple bypass done in June 2012 had completely failed. The doctor successfully opened up two of the three openings during a catherization to see what was going on. The third blockage is still a problem, but at the moment no decision has been made to correct this.
As the events started to unfold, everyone (EVERYONE!!!) asked when I was headed down to Orlando. I guess I set myself up for that one as I've been known to go down to Florida to be with the family for much less than this. But here's the thing, as much as I wanted to go (BELIEVE ME!!! I was thisclose to getting on a plane), it wasn't practical. Jeff and Ian were headed down there just hours after mom was admitted to the hospital. If I got on a plane to be with her, I'd have to bring Sam with me too. Sam wasn't going to be able to spend hours on end in the hospital with me. It wouldn't be fair to Jeff and Ian to give Samantha to them either. They had tickets to baseball games and plans that couldn't easily include Sam at the last minute. I had offers from friends to watch Sam in NoVa for the weekend, but Sam would've been pissed (rightfully so) if we were all in Florida without her. The last option was for other family members in Orlando to watch her, but again, it wasn't practical.
I decided that I would fly down to be with my mom when Jeff and Ian got back on Monday evening. This way the kids would have school during the day and Jeff could continue working and look after them. While Jeff and Ian were in Orlando they were able to visit my mom in the hospital multiple times. I felt so good about this. Jeff reported that my mom looked great and she was happy. I got to skype with my mom and see for myself too.
In the end I decided to not go down. Mom was out of the woods and it took until Tuesday (3/18), but she got released to go home. Mom is going to take it easy for at least a month...do absolutely nothing (other than go for walks) and let her heart heal.
Thank G-d my mom felt pain and her body had a way of telling her something was wrong. Too many times you hear of the situation ending a completely different way, and not in a good way. What a scary, scary time.
The Wednesday before Jeff and Ian went to Orlando, my mom landed in the hospital. She was having heart pain, but wasn't sure where it was coming from...reflux or her heart? By the time we all knew what was going on, the biggest part of the scare was over. My mom apparently had a heart attack (the day before? No one is entirely sure) and her triple bypass done in June 2012 had completely failed. The doctor successfully opened up two of the three openings during a catherization to see what was going on. The third blockage is still a problem, but at the moment no decision has been made to correct this.
As the events started to unfold, everyone (EVERYONE!!!) asked when I was headed down to Orlando. I guess I set myself up for that one as I've been known to go down to Florida to be with the family for much less than this. But here's the thing, as much as I wanted to go (BELIEVE ME!!! I was thisclose to getting on a plane), it wasn't practical. Jeff and Ian were headed down there just hours after mom was admitted to the hospital. If I got on a plane to be with her, I'd have to bring Sam with me too. Sam wasn't going to be able to spend hours on end in the hospital with me. It wouldn't be fair to Jeff and Ian to give Samantha to them either. They had tickets to baseball games and plans that couldn't easily include Sam at the last minute. I had offers from friends to watch Sam in NoVa for the weekend, but Sam would've been pissed (rightfully so) if we were all in Florida without her. The last option was for other family members in Orlando to watch her, but again, it wasn't practical.
I decided that I would fly down to be with my mom when Jeff and Ian got back on Monday evening. This way the kids would have school during the day and Jeff could continue working and look after them. While Jeff and Ian were in Orlando they were able to visit my mom in the hospital multiple times. I felt so good about this. Jeff reported that my mom looked great and she was happy. I got to skype with my mom and see for myself too.
In the end I decided to not go down. Mom was out of the woods and it took until Tuesday (3/18), but she got released to go home. Mom is going to take it easy for at least a month...do absolutely nothing (other than go for walks) and let her heart heal.
Thank G-d my mom felt pain and her body had a way of telling her something was wrong. Too many times you hear of the situation ending a completely different way, and not in a good way. What a scary, scary time.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Where will we put the Oscar?
I know now what Sam will be when she grows up. An actress! Just as we end one stage (withholding poop), we smoothly sail in to the next stage that I can't wait to get out of. In the last 2 weeks, Sam has demonstrated performances worthy of Meryl Streep and Sally Fields.
When we are in public and Sam is not getting her way, she has been known to scream and throw a fit in the hopes she will wear me down and hope I will do whatever it takes to get her to be quiet. My plan of action since day 1, has been to pay no attention to the temper tantrum or screaming that ensues when I tell her "No" and give her a reason why. Eventually she gets the screaming, stomping, and arm flailing out of her system when I fail to reward her horrific behavior. I will not cave or let her get away with it.
Not to be outdone, Sam has stepped it up a notch and came up with a different tactic when she doesn't get her way. She will wrap her arms around the front part of her stomach, bend over slightly and start gagging. Meanwhile, she is yelling loudly, "I'M GOING TO BE SICK! I AM GOING TO THROW-UP!!"
It's real fun when we are in public and everyone around us thinks she really is going to be sick. It's even more fun when they see my lack of reaction to this and get appalled that I am not taking my 4 year old seriously. And, the fun gets really out of control when I keep walking to wherever we were going and she adds in her yelling, "YOUR GOING TOO FAST!! I CAN'T KEEP UP!!! I'M GOING TO THROW-UP!!" And then for added measure, Sam will make the coughing/gagging sound like something resembling bile is about to emerge from her mouth.
So in the last 2 weeks, I've been lucky (said very sarcastically) enough to be witness this on three separate occasions. The best was when we were at the grocery store, running in for one quick item. Sam wanted more cheezits and I told her no, that we no longer had anymore. So, she dialed it up a notch and gave the performance of a lifetime. Everyone around us quickly sprung into action and looked at me with panic in their eyes. One woman offered to run get a bag from produce for her to throw-up in. Another woman offered to go get paper towels. I just looked at these women and said, "No need to do anything. Just enjoy the show" and kept walking. The horror in their faces and those of the other strangers around us told me that I was being judged and about to win the "Worst Mom in the world" award.
The best reaction came from my friend who saw Sam give one of these performances after an issue she had with her dress, once gymnastics class was over. She knows Sam quite well and just started laughing. It was very funny and a very appropriate reaction.
I have to give some props to Sam. Her bending over ever-so-slightly and holding her tummy with both arms is genius on her part. It really adds flavor and authenticity to her claims she is about to be sick and throw-up.
I wonder what I will wear to the Academy Awards?
When we are in public and Sam is not getting her way, she has been known to scream and throw a fit in the hopes she will wear me down and hope I will do whatever it takes to get her to be quiet. My plan of action since day 1, has been to pay no attention to the temper tantrum or screaming that ensues when I tell her "No" and give her a reason why. Eventually she gets the screaming, stomping, and arm flailing out of her system when I fail to reward her horrific behavior. I will not cave or let her get away with it.
Not to be outdone, Sam has stepped it up a notch and came up with a different tactic when she doesn't get her way. She will wrap her arms around the front part of her stomach, bend over slightly and start gagging. Meanwhile, she is yelling loudly, "I'M GOING TO BE SICK! I AM GOING TO THROW-UP!!"
It's real fun when we are in public and everyone around us thinks she really is going to be sick. It's even more fun when they see my lack of reaction to this and get appalled that I am not taking my 4 year old seriously. And, the fun gets really out of control when I keep walking to wherever we were going and she adds in her yelling, "YOUR GOING TOO FAST!! I CAN'T KEEP UP!!! I'M GOING TO THROW-UP!!" And then for added measure, Sam will make the coughing/gagging sound like something resembling bile is about to emerge from her mouth.
So in the last 2 weeks, I've been lucky (said very sarcastically) enough to be witness this on three separate occasions. The best was when we were at the grocery store, running in for one quick item. Sam wanted more cheezits and I told her no, that we no longer had anymore. So, she dialed it up a notch and gave the performance of a lifetime. Everyone around us quickly sprung into action and looked at me with panic in their eyes. One woman offered to run get a bag from produce for her to throw-up in. Another woman offered to go get paper towels. I just looked at these women and said, "No need to do anything. Just enjoy the show" and kept walking. The horror in their faces and those of the other strangers around us told me that I was being judged and about to win the "Worst Mom in the world" award.
The best reaction came from my friend who saw Sam give one of these performances after an issue she had with her dress, once gymnastics class was over. She knows Sam quite well and just started laughing. It was very funny and a very appropriate reaction.
I have to give some props to Sam. Her bending over ever-so-slightly and holding her tummy with both arms is genius on her part. It really adds flavor and authenticity to her claims she is about to be sick and throw-up.
I wonder what I will wear to the Academy Awards?
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Humor even when sick
About a week and a half ago, I got sick. A nasty cold came out of the blue and did me in. However, since my position of CEO of Ian Industries does not offer sick leave, I plowed through it and managed to keep up with all the plans we had. Jeff and I continued to divide and conquer and I never missed a beat doing everything written on the calendar. However, my voice did take a beating and before I knew it, I lost it completely. I am sure I sounded like someone was torturing me every time I opened my mouth.
Two funny moments stood out during my week of walking around in a fog, wishing a big mac truck would just do me in and put me out of my misery.
1. The kids in Ian's class get to report on Good News/ Bad News each morning if they have something to share. The following conversation happened during the height of my sickness:
Ian: I've got Good News/ Bad News to report on!!
Me (in a very raspy, hard to hear squeak): What?
Ian: My mom lost her voice!!
Me (while my voice is going in and out of being audible): Which is that, the good news or the bad news?
Ian: Both!!
2. While driving in the car one afternoon with both kids, my head was pounding. It felt heavier than a 15 pound bowling ball and I wasn't sure I was going to live through the next hour with how much pressure had built from the neck up. The kids incessant chattering and asking a gazillion questions was doing me in. I needed to think of something quick to bring silence to the car. I pulled out a gem from my childhood days and said, "We are going to have silence contest. The first one to talk loses. Let's see if we can make it all the way home and we will all be winners."
Sam quickly asked if sneezing and coughing count. I replied back, "No, if you need to cough or sneeze, that is ok.".
Me: Ok, on your mark, get set, go!
Sam: Fake cough, fake sneeze OVER AND OVER AGAIN!
Oh my! It did take my mind off my pounding head temporarily, while I chuckled to myself on Sam finding a loophole and playing it for all it was worth. Got to give her credit, she is clever.
Two funny moments stood out during my week of walking around in a fog, wishing a big mac truck would just do me in and put me out of my misery.
1. The kids in Ian's class get to report on Good News/ Bad News each morning if they have something to share. The following conversation happened during the height of my sickness:
Ian: I've got Good News/ Bad News to report on!!
Me (in a very raspy, hard to hear squeak): What?
Ian: My mom lost her voice!!
Me (while my voice is going in and out of being audible): Which is that, the good news or the bad news?
Ian: Both!!
2. While driving in the car one afternoon with both kids, my head was pounding. It felt heavier than a 15 pound bowling ball and I wasn't sure I was going to live through the next hour with how much pressure had built from the neck up. The kids incessant chattering and asking a gazillion questions was doing me in. I needed to think of something quick to bring silence to the car. I pulled out a gem from my childhood days and said, "We are going to have silence contest. The first one to talk loses. Let's see if we can make it all the way home and we will all be winners."
Sam quickly asked if sneezing and coughing count. I replied back, "No, if you need to cough or sneeze, that is ok.".
Me: Ok, on your mark, get set, go!
Sam: Fake cough, fake sneeze OVER AND OVER AGAIN!
Oh my! It did take my mind off my pounding head temporarily, while I chuckled to myself on Sam finding a loophole and playing it for all it was worth. Got to give her credit, she is clever.
Friday, March 23, 2012
When can you fit us in?
I am up to my eye balls in drs appointments. Each week I've been going to anywhere from 1 to 6 appointments a week. Some are with Sam, some are without. Between my follow-up blood work for Celiac, visiting the dentist (it just happened to be time for my bi-annual cleaning), all the therapy Sam and I are doing, and her GI appointment on Wednesday morning, I think we've maxxed out the FSA account in co-pays alone. It's crazy!
Just when I thought I was done with drs for the week, Ian pulled a real humdinger. Yesterday morning, Ian's eye looked a little red. I wasn't sure if it was pink eye (we've never had pink eye in our house before) or if his eye was a little irritated. I went with my gut instinct and sent him to school.
Meanwhile, I've given Sam something to induce diarrhea and was fighting with her to put a pull-up on before I left her at preschool. While in full wrestling mode, my cell phone rings and it's Ian's school. He hasn't even been there for 30 minutes and they are calling.
School: "Hi Mrs, Toppall, could you please come pick up Ian? He has pink eye. It's going around the school and two kids have already had to be called."
Me: "Yes, of course, I'll be right there" Ha! Ha! If the nurse only saw what I still had to accomplish before I could leave Sam at her school and go get Ian.
On my way to get Ian, I call the pediatrician and make an appointment for him to be seen in the next hour. Here is our conversation in the car ride over:
Me: "Ian, did the teacher take one look at you and send you to the nurse?"
Ian: "No, I raised my hand and said, I have pink eye."
WHAT!!???!? OMG! No, I'm not looking like the worst mother in the world or anything.
Once at the drs office, Ian was NOT diagnosed with pink eye. There was no gunk coming out of his eye. Therefore, he does not have pink eye. Ian was diagnosed with allergies. The first year ever it is affecting him. We got some drops prescribed and Allegra to give Ian some relief.
Ian and I made good use of his time out of school and we went for lunch at Panera Bread (his choice), followed by frozen yogurt (my choice). After picking Sam up from school, playing in her school's playground, going to CVS to pick up the medicine and heading back home, Ian says to me he is ready to go back to school. WHAT!?!?! There is only 1 hour left in the school day. I try to tell Ian its okay for him to take the rest of the day off. He insists on going back to school. Ok, then. Off to school he goes. Good thing Ian's dr gave us a note informing the school it is only allergies and not pink eye.
And without batting an eye, we managed to fit in another drs appointment this week. Let's hope today is doctor free. I think we all need to start eating apples regularly -- an apple a day, keeps the doctor away. :)
Just when I thought I was done with drs for the week, Ian pulled a real humdinger. Yesterday morning, Ian's eye looked a little red. I wasn't sure if it was pink eye (we've never had pink eye in our house before) or if his eye was a little irritated. I went with my gut instinct and sent him to school.
Meanwhile, I've given Sam something to induce diarrhea and was fighting with her to put a pull-up on before I left her at preschool. While in full wrestling mode, my cell phone rings and it's Ian's school. He hasn't even been there for 30 minutes and they are calling.
School: "Hi Mrs, Toppall, could you please come pick up Ian? He has pink eye. It's going around the school and two kids have already had to be called."
Me: "Yes, of course, I'll be right there" Ha! Ha! If the nurse only saw what I still had to accomplish before I could leave Sam at her school and go get Ian.
On my way to get Ian, I call the pediatrician and make an appointment for him to be seen in the next hour. Here is our conversation in the car ride over:
Me: "Ian, did the teacher take one look at you and send you to the nurse?"
Ian: "No, I raised my hand and said, I have pink eye."
WHAT!!???!? OMG! No, I'm not looking like the worst mother in the world or anything.
Once at the drs office, Ian was NOT diagnosed with pink eye. There was no gunk coming out of his eye. Therefore, he does not have pink eye. Ian was diagnosed with allergies. The first year ever it is affecting him. We got some drops prescribed and Allegra to give Ian some relief.
Ian and I made good use of his time out of school and we went for lunch at Panera Bread (his choice), followed by frozen yogurt (my choice). After picking Sam up from school, playing in her school's playground, going to CVS to pick up the medicine and heading back home, Ian says to me he is ready to go back to school. WHAT!?!?! There is only 1 hour left in the school day. I try to tell Ian its okay for him to take the rest of the day off. He insists on going back to school. Ok, then. Off to school he goes. Good thing Ian's dr gave us a note informing the school it is only allergies and not pink eye.
And without batting an eye, we managed to fit in another drs appointment this week. Let's hope today is doctor free. I think we all need to start eating apples regularly -- an apple a day, keeps the doctor away. :)
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Looked Hell directly in the eye
It takes a lot for me or the kids to get sick. For the most part, we are a very healthy bunch (knock on wood) and only experience maybe one or two colds through out any given year. I chalk this up to not keeping an extremely clean house and thus the germs help build up our immunity systems. I am definitely not one of those moms who freaks out when I hear a kid we just played with is sick or getting over being sick.
But boy did Ian and I get knocked down big-time this past Sunday. Fever? Check. Nausea? Check. Dizzy? Check. Can't move? Check. Throwing up? Check.
We were at a friend's house with a few other families on Friday night and received an email early the next morning from our host apologizing in advance for what might soon hit us. 5 out of 6 of their family members woke up in the middle of the night sick with this stomach bug. I immediately replied back and wrote, "Don't worry about it. I am sure we will be fine. Besides, you can never be certain when you get sick who contaminated you or them." These kind of emails come all the time after having play dates and finding out the kids your kids were playing with are now sick.
All Saturday we were fine. Ian did complain of a tummy ache Saturday night, but Jeff chalked it up to him having eaten dinner too quickly. As soon as the babysitter showed up, Ian was his cheerful self and was eager to play wii games for a few hours with Patrick. Jeff and I went to a party and had a great time. All was well. By the time the sun rose on Sunday, it was a very different story in our house. Within minutes Ian and I were part of the casualties this Burke stomach bug had taken as its latest victims. The rumor was that this bug will last only 12 hours, but I guess I got lucky as I was still throwing up a good 15 hours after it started. I hadn't eaten anything since Saturday night and obviously couldn't even hold down water. Jeff said it's bad when you throw up the medication to help you no longer feel nauseas. I don't throw up easily and never even did once with either pregnancy. Actually I can't remember the last time I threw up. But boy will I remember this day for a long, long time. It was bad. Very bad.
You know how bad it was? Even not having eating anything all day, anything close to resembling food or the thought of food on tv sent me racing to the bathroom.
Ian got off a little better. He only threw up once in the morning. But the rest of the time you would think we were matching lumps, close to comatose, unable to function.
It wasn't until the next morning that Ian and I faced a new day and could hold our heads up again. I kept Ian home from school so that he could take it easy and be ready for trick-or-treating that night. That was the important goal - be healthy enough to go out on Halloween. How sad to wait all year for this holiday and then have to miss it.
24 hours after Ian and I had it, Jeff got affected with a very minor case. Compared to me and Ian, you can't even call what Jeff had as having the stomach bug. He went to work a little late on Monday, but still managed to get to the office.
Sam, on the other hand, is one tough chick. She came out of this completely unscathed. I have a feeling the Burke stomach bug took one look at her and ran the other way.
But boy did Ian and I get knocked down big-time this past Sunday. Fever? Check. Nausea? Check. Dizzy? Check. Can't move? Check. Throwing up? Check.
We were at a friend's house with a few other families on Friday night and received an email early the next morning from our host apologizing in advance for what might soon hit us. 5 out of 6 of their family members woke up in the middle of the night sick with this stomach bug. I immediately replied back and wrote, "Don't worry about it. I am sure we will be fine. Besides, you can never be certain when you get sick who contaminated you or them." These kind of emails come all the time after having play dates and finding out the kids your kids were playing with are now sick.
All Saturday we were fine. Ian did complain of a tummy ache Saturday night, but Jeff chalked it up to him having eaten dinner too quickly. As soon as the babysitter showed up, Ian was his cheerful self and was eager to play wii games for a few hours with Patrick. Jeff and I went to a party and had a great time. All was well. By the time the sun rose on Sunday, it was a very different story in our house. Within minutes Ian and I were part of the casualties this Burke stomach bug had taken as its latest victims. The rumor was that this bug will last only 12 hours, but I guess I got lucky as I was still throwing up a good 15 hours after it started. I hadn't eaten anything since Saturday night and obviously couldn't even hold down water. Jeff said it's bad when you throw up the medication to help you no longer feel nauseas. I don't throw up easily and never even did once with either pregnancy. Actually I can't remember the last time I threw up. But boy will I remember this day for a long, long time. It was bad. Very bad.
You know how bad it was? Even not having eating anything all day, anything close to resembling food or the thought of food on tv sent me racing to the bathroom.
Ian got off a little better. He only threw up once in the morning. But the rest of the time you would think we were matching lumps, close to comatose, unable to function.
It wasn't until the next morning that Ian and I faced a new day and could hold our heads up again. I kept Ian home from school so that he could take it easy and be ready for trick-or-treating that night. That was the important goal - be healthy enough to go out on Halloween. How sad to wait all year for this holiday and then have to miss it.
24 hours after Ian and I had it, Jeff got affected with a very minor case. Compared to me and Ian, you can't even call what Jeff had as having the stomach bug. He went to work a little late on Monday, but still managed to get to the office.
Sam, on the other hand, is one tough chick. She came out of this completely unscathed. I have a feeling the Burke stomach bug took one look at her and ran the other way.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
The more glamourous side of Motherhood
Yesterday:
At 5:45am, I could hear Ian wake himself up and head to the bathroom. Having my bedroom (with the door open) located so close to the hallway bathroom, I can hear perfectly what is going on when that door is open too. His aim was anything but perfect and I could tell when the stream of urine had finally reached the intended target. I guess at this early hour, he was still half asleep and I counted myself fortunate that he at least made it to the bathroom and didn't wet his bed.
It was about 5 minutes later that Ian started yelling for "DADDY!!!". Jeff went in there and found that Ian had to do more than pee and didn't make the toilet for the next little gift that came out of him either. Next thing I know, they are both taking a shower to get extra clean from the early morning bathroom episode.
By the time I reach this particular bathroom, the rug and his pajamas are being washed in the washing machine (thanks Honey) and it is ready for me to go in and disinfect. I feel like the clean-up crew from Pulp Fiction.
About an hour later, we have a similar episode in the downstairs bathroom. This time, "IT" manages to hit the walls and is dripping down. How in the world that managed to occur, I'll never know. But you would really have to see it to believe it. Again, I feel fortunate that Ian at least made it into the bathroom and the mess is contained. I start the wash with this bathroom rug, his clothes and underwear. Ian and I have a quick discussion about not going to school and decide it is for the best that we stay at home and have him near a bathroom at all times. It wouldn't be fair to bring anyone not related to him into this situation.
Meanwhile, Bailey's nose bleeds have started again. This time they are getting more frequent and seem to have no rhyme or reason when they occur. I usually discover a nose bleed has happened by walking into the room and seeing it on the floor. Over the past 2 days, I'd estimate he has had about 15 separate incidences. When it is on the hardwood floor, I get out my Clorox Anywhere spray and clean it up. But when it hits the carpet, I use the spot shot spray and then leave the remaining evidence on the floor for when Jeff gets home. He takes out the steam cleaner and hits all the spots in one fell swoop.
Oh yeah, and my perfectly trained dog who didn't even need one lesson in where to go to the bathroom when I brought him home at 7 weeks old is now peeing in the house. I guess with all the water he is drinking from being on the medication is making it hard for him to hold it. I let him out constantly now, but it is still not effective 100% of the time.
The majority of the day yesterday was spent running and back forth between Ian and Bailey cleaning up after each of them. It was probably one of the least productive days I've had. It was all I could do just to make it not look like a crime scene had taken place in our house.
I am not sure how much longer Bailey is going to be with us. It hit me yesterday that he really is sick and will just keep getting worse. I think one of his nose bleeds scared Sam and that is the last thing I want happening. I feel like I am somehow giving up on him and I wish there was more I could do. Maybe by putting him to sleep is the best thing I can do for him right now.
I didn't get to the gym. I wasn't able to get my run in, which at this point, I liken it to breathing it has become so necessary to my well being. I didn't get to the post office. Obviously it is not the end of the world and can easily wait until tomorrow. I did manage to do 8 loads of wash (the first 3 loads involved cleaning what was soiled by the little one and furry one in the morning) and changed the bedding on everyone's bed.
It's been awhile since I've been stopped in my tracks and needed to spend an entire day at home. Hopefully this bug in Ian's tummy won't last more than a day and we can resume our normal schedule again tomorrow.
Motherhood -- It's not all eating bon-bons and watching Oprah.
At 5:45am, I could hear Ian wake himself up and head to the bathroom. Having my bedroom (with the door open) located so close to the hallway bathroom, I can hear perfectly what is going on when that door is open too. His aim was anything but perfect and I could tell when the stream of urine had finally reached the intended target. I guess at this early hour, he was still half asleep and I counted myself fortunate that he at least made it to the bathroom and didn't wet his bed.
It was about 5 minutes later that Ian started yelling for "DADDY!!!". Jeff went in there and found that Ian had to do more than pee and didn't make the toilet for the next little gift that came out of him either. Next thing I know, they are both taking a shower to get extra clean from the early morning bathroom episode.
By the time I reach this particular bathroom, the rug and his pajamas are being washed in the washing machine (thanks Honey) and it is ready for me to go in and disinfect. I feel like the clean-up crew from Pulp Fiction.
About an hour later, we have a similar episode in the downstairs bathroom. This time, "IT" manages to hit the walls and is dripping down. How in the world that managed to occur, I'll never know. But you would really have to see it to believe it. Again, I feel fortunate that Ian at least made it into the bathroom and the mess is contained. I start the wash with this bathroom rug, his clothes and underwear. Ian and I have a quick discussion about not going to school and decide it is for the best that we stay at home and have him near a bathroom at all times. It wouldn't be fair to bring anyone not related to him into this situation.
Meanwhile, Bailey's nose bleeds have started again. This time they are getting more frequent and seem to have no rhyme or reason when they occur. I usually discover a nose bleed has happened by walking into the room and seeing it on the floor. Over the past 2 days, I'd estimate he has had about 15 separate incidences. When it is on the hardwood floor, I get out my Clorox Anywhere spray and clean it up. But when it hits the carpet, I use the spot shot spray and then leave the remaining evidence on the floor for when Jeff gets home. He takes out the steam cleaner and hits all the spots in one fell swoop.
Oh yeah, and my perfectly trained dog who didn't even need one lesson in where to go to the bathroom when I brought him home at 7 weeks old is now peeing in the house. I guess with all the water he is drinking from being on the medication is making it hard for him to hold it. I let him out constantly now, but it is still not effective 100% of the time.
The majority of the day yesterday was spent running and back forth between Ian and Bailey cleaning up after each of them. It was probably one of the least productive days I've had. It was all I could do just to make it not look like a crime scene had taken place in our house.
I am not sure how much longer Bailey is going to be with us. It hit me yesterday that he really is sick and will just keep getting worse. I think one of his nose bleeds scared Sam and that is the last thing I want happening. I feel like I am somehow giving up on him and I wish there was more I could do. Maybe by putting him to sleep is the best thing I can do for him right now.
I didn't get to the gym. I wasn't able to get my run in, which at this point, I liken it to breathing it has become so necessary to my well being. I didn't get to the post office. Obviously it is not the end of the world and can easily wait until tomorrow. I did manage to do 8 loads of wash (the first 3 loads involved cleaning what was soiled by the little one and furry one in the morning) and changed the bedding on everyone's bed.
It's been awhile since I've been stopped in my tracks and needed to spend an entire day at home. Hopefully this bug in Ian's tummy won't last more than a day and we can resume our normal schedule again tomorrow.
Motherhood -- It's not all eating bon-bons and watching Oprah.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Longest day of my life
Fortunately I was able to get out and go to the movies earlier in the evening. Because what I came home to was not pretty. Around 10:30pm, Jeff started to freeze. He couldn't stop shivering and no amount of sweat pants, sweat shirt and layers of blankets helped.
Now Jeff doesn't get sick often, but when he does, watch out. It hits him hard and not only does he suffer, but I do too. I liken Jeff being sick to being on his death bed. He is very dramatic, moans and can barely move. The only way you know he is still breathing is because of the moaning. Meanwhile, he takes his temperature every 30 minutes and reports how high his temp is. Granted, he gets these really high fevers that usually top out at 102.5 for hours on end. And that's even with Tylenol helping to bring it down.
When he is sick like this, I know it will only last 24 hours and then he begins the transformation to his sweet self again. Fortunately he gets exactly 24 hours of me being sympathetic before I can't take it any longer. His 'bugs' generally don't require a trip to the dr, but if it lasted beyond one day, then I would personally take him there myself. The sooner he can get some medicine prescribed, the better it is for all concerned.
Ian and Sam were phenomenal during this last bout of sickness and didn't question not being able to go in our room or interact with their daddy. Give him his space to get well and bring lots and lots of water. Jeff does a great job of staying hydrated and I do an excellent job of being his nurse. But only for 24 hours. After that, all bets are off.
Now Jeff doesn't get sick often, but when he does, watch out. It hits him hard and not only does he suffer, but I do too. I liken Jeff being sick to being on his death bed. He is very dramatic, moans and can barely move. The only way you know he is still breathing is because of the moaning. Meanwhile, he takes his temperature every 30 minutes and reports how high his temp is. Granted, he gets these really high fevers that usually top out at 102.5 for hours on end. And that's even with Tylenol helping to bring it down.
When he is sick like this, I know it will only last 24 hours and then he begins the transformation to his sweet self again. Fortunately he gets exactly 24 hours of me being sympathetic before I can't take it any longer. His 'bugs' generally don't require a trip to the dr, but if it lasted beyond one day, then I would personally take him there myself. The sooner he can get some medicine prescribed, the better it is for all concerned.
Ian and Sam were phenomenal during this last bout of sickness and didn't question not being able to go in our room or interact with their daddy. Give him his space to get well and bring lots and lots of water. Jeff does a great job of staying hydrated and I do an excellent job of being his nurse. But only for 24 hours. After that, all bets are off.
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