Last week was a blur, an eat-lots-of-soup, get-lots-of-rest, and don't-leave-the-house-if-you-can-help-it kind of blur!
Wade started with a fever two days before Jason's birthday--the fever lasted 2 days over the weekend, and then we kept him home from school one day. He has a little cough now but recovered remarkably quickly.
Jason and I, well, not so quickly. We both had fever for a couple days, ZERO energy for a week, and now we're dealing with coughs, but at least we have energy mostly back!
Blessedly, Rhiannon has been unscathed, so far. It's all over Ridgecrest and not showing a slow-down yet.
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Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Stir-crazy
Today is Fever Day 3 for Wade.
I thought he was doing remarkably better during the day yesterday, but he started feeling bad again last night and had a 102+degree temperature this morning. After almost passing out because his mom made him get up for a nasal rinse, going back to bed, and then taking a cozy bath to wash the stink off of him, Wade seems to be doing better now. He's not chilled and seems content to sip his Gatorade and watch re-runs of Phineas and Ferb.
He IS tired of the crazy lady with bedhead still in her pink pajamas at 10:37am who will NOT leave him alone and keeps hovering! (Yes, that's me.) I'd probably be a little annoyed at myself, too:
"Blow your nose."
"Finish that bottle of water by 10:30."
"Here's some apple juice."
"Here's some water."
"Take these two pills. Come on, drink a little more water with it, please."
"Are you okay, Wade?"
"Can I get you anything, Wade?"
"Do you want something to eat?"
"Are you cold? Want another blanket?"
"Can I fluff your pillows for you?"
I'm starting to feel a little crazy. Maybe it's the Lysol fumes? Or the weird smell in Wade's bedroom when I enter in the mornings? Maybe it's the worry about the future and how long this gunk is going to last?
I need to take some deep breaths and maybe go take a cozy bath, too. Wade's had a priesthood blessing, he's alive and breathing, he's just got the flu that lots of other kids have from his school. (10 kids were missing from his class yesterday.) I spoke to his doctor's office this morning and they told me what the crazy lady/over-reacting mom already knew but needed to hear again:
"He's got what everyone else has. All he needs is lots of rest and lots of fluids."
This too shall pass!
I thought he was doing remarkably better during the day yesterday, but he started feeling bad again last night and had a 102+degree temperature this morning. After almost passing out because his mom made him get up for a nasal rinse, going back to bed, and then taking a cozy bath to wash the stink off of him, Wade seems to be doing better now. He's not chilled and seems content to sip his Gatorade and watch re-runs of Phineas and Ferb.
He IS tired of the crazy lady with bedhead still in her pink pajamas at 10:37am who will NOT leave him alone and keeps hovering! (Yes, that's me.) I'd probably be a little annoyed at myself, too:
"Blow your nose."
"Finish that bottle of water by 10:30."
"Here's some apple juice."
"Here's some water."
"Take these two pills. Come on, drink a little more water with it, please."
"Are you okay, Wade?"
"Can I get you anything, Wade?"
"Do you want something to eat?"
"Are you cold? Want another blanket?"
"Can I fluff your pillows for you?"
I'm starting to feel a little crazy. Maybe it's the Lysol fumes? Or the weird smell in Wade's bedroom when I enter in the mornings? Maybe it's the worry about the future and how long this gunk is going to last?
I need to take some deep breaths and maybe go take a cozy bath, too. Wade's had a priesthood blessing, he's alive and breathing, he's just got the flu that lots of other kids have from his school. (10 kids were missing from his class yesterday.) I spoke to his doctor's office this morning and they told me what the crazy lady/over-reacting mom already knew but needed to hear again:
"He's got what everyone else has. All he needs is lots of rest and lots of fluids."
This too shall pass!
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