My 16 month-old was sick this week. I got the dreaded call from the babysitter that he'd woken up from his nap hot and then had thrown up his lunch. I sent my husband to pick him up, even though I could have probably gotten there about 15 minutes earlier. I chose to pick up my almost 7 year-old daughter instead. And then I spent time beating myself up for being such a bad mother. But my hubby said to me, "some parents have issues with blood. you have issues with puke. you're allowed." he's a social worker and an incredible guy who really gets it. Then the baby threw up again - all liquid from his juice bottle - and then had 102 - 103 for the next day or so. My husband stayed home from work yesterday with him.
Last night he threw up his juice again, and then his fever broke almost immediately afterwards. He didn't sleep great for the first part of the night, but he woke up fine this morning, completely back to himself, and we call him the Tazmanian Devil, so it was kind of nice to have him want to snuggle while he was sick. He even snuggled into me in my bed and went back to sleep in the morning, whereas usually he's climbing either me, his daddy or the wall, or trying to dive head-first off our bed.
Also last night, my daughter woke up in the middle of the night saying she didn't feel well, that her throat felt funny, and then all of the sudden she started to completely panic and say she felt like throwing up, so my husband took her to the bathroom and nothing happened. This happened a few times over the next 30 minutes and then the gravol kicked in and she fell back to sleep, in our bed. And I stayed and slept right next to her. And when she asked, all scared, "what will happen if i throw up in your bed or on you?" I answered, "we'll clean up. don't worry about it." I comforted her, and I was mostly okay, too, even fell back to sleep.
Then she woke up fine today, ate, and thenI went to do errands and pick up her friend on the way home to bring her friend to our house. While I was in the friend's house, my husband called to say that she'd felt sick again, so we decided not to have the friend over. And my husband had a client visit, so I was on my own with the kids, which flipped me out initially because my daughter wasn't feeling well and the baby'd been sick for a couple of days. But after a few anxious minutes, I was okay and we had a nice time for the next four hours, even went for a walk/bike ride (she rode) in snowsuits because it was beautiful and sunny even though cold in Toronto today.
So this week has been trying, not to mention I started a new job. But I feel, for the most part, I've emerged victorious and stronger. I just wanted to share that with you. Thanks for being here always, and know that there is hope.
<font size=\"4\"><font color=MAGENTA><font face=\"Times New Roman, Times, serif\">It can, and does, get better with time.</font></font></font>