Sick bug version 2.0
After it took us THREE WEEKS to kick the last sick bug, today we came down with its twisted frat-boy afterparty brother. Isaac woke up in the middle of the night and walked to the bathroom himself. This is very unlike my kids, to get out of bed by themselves in the middle of the night. We've somehow managed to convince them that, in the darkness, their bedroom is carpeted with fire.
Anyway, it's 4:30 am. Mike poked me. "Is that Isaac?" Uhn. "Do you think something's wrong?" Probably. We both got up to check it out. Poor kid dribbled puke on his pillow and blankets, but had the presence of mind to save most of it for the potty. We cleaned him up, got him a puke-pot for his bedside, and put him back in a tidied-up bed. After he puked again an hour later, he came to sleep in the big bed with me. Poor kid puked once an hour until 11, when he passed out and took a three hour nap. He woke up feeling much better, but tired and full of fever. Poor guy. He kind of looks like death. His food intake for the whole day is as follows: two glasses of diluted Sprite/2 spoonfuls of applesauce/5 grapes/a small sugar cookie/half a glass of apple juice. He just did not want to eat at all. Yikes. Since I'm going through Christmas pictures now, I will make myself think of happier times with this picture of him at Steak and Shake where he does not look at all like death.
Rumor has it that EVERYone is down with this bug right now. We just got back from Anthony's birthday party on Saturday, and last night all three of their kids were busy puking their guts out. So far it hasn't been to bad for us, with the exception of extra laundry. Jake was stoked about all the TV and intensive storytime, and that I let him drink soda and eat crackers all day long. As for the growups, we are so busy this week that we are crossing our Purell-soaked hands that we escape unscathed, yet we are also too realistic to believe that might happen.
**UPDATE -- only a 24-hour bug, and so far just for Isaac! I feel like we dodged a bullet.
Anyway, it's 4:30 am. Mike poked me. "Is that Isaac?" Uhn. "Do you think something's wrong?" Probably. We both got up to check it out. Poor kid dribbled puke on his pillow and blankets, but had the presence of mind to save most of it for the potty. We cleaned him up, got him a puke-pot for his bedside, and put him back in a tidied-up bed. After he puked again an hour later, he came to sleep in the big bed with me. Poor kid puked once an hour until 11, when he passed out and took a three hour nap. He woke up feeling much better, but tired and full of fever. Poor guy. He kind of looks like death. His food intake for the whole day is as follows: two glasses of diluted Sprite/2 spoonfuls of applesauce/5 grapes/a small sugar cookie/half a glass of apple juice. He just did not want to eat at all. Yikes. Since I'm going through Christmas pictures now, I will make myself think of happier times with this picture of him at Steak and Shake where he does not look at all like death.
Rumor has it that EVERYone is down with this bug right now. We just got back from Anthony's birthday party on Saturday, and last night all three of their kids were busy puking their guts out. So far it hasn't been to bad for us, with the exception of extra laundry. Jake was stoked about all the TV and intensive storytime, and that I let him drink soda and eat crackers all day long. As for the growups, we are so busy this week that we are crossing our Purell-soaked hands that we escape unscathed, yet we are also too realistic to believe that might happen.
**UPDATE -- only a 24-hour bug, and so far just for Isaac! I feel like we dodged a bullet.
posted by Claire at 12:59 AM
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