Sick Kids on the Weekend
There's a good chance I will be working late tonight so before I get started I wanted to procrastinate and give an update now that the site is back up.
Friday night was nice; instead of sitting at home we took the kids over to a friends house and let them run around in a new environment. It was a nice evening. Then we came home and I went to bed at 11 while Carisa remained in the basement working on the computer. At 11:30 I awoke to Lili crying while half-asleep in the other room. When I finally woke up enough to realize what was going on I went to her crib to find her and the crib pretty much covered in puke. That was just the beginning.
Carisa stayed up with Lili while she vomited at least once an hour (sometimes every 10 minutes) until 4 in the morning at which point they both got some sleep until 6. (To give you a better idea of the night Carisa had, let me point out here that a 1 year old can't tell you that she needs to go to the toilet to vomit...she just does it...usually all over you. Have I mentioned yet that I am pretty sure Carisa is a saint?) The last time Lili puked was at 11 AM on Saturday which was enough to make us change our plans for going out Saturday night. Sunday things picked up a little bit and we went to Mimi's for dinner before coming home and going to bed.
Around 11:30 Jack came into our bed and we let him stay. I am glad we did because at 12:30, with everyone including Jack asleep, we were awakened all of a sudden to Jack coughing a very dry barking cough and crying hysterically like he had been attacked. I tried to get him to calm down while Carisa went to the other room to deal with Lili who had been awakened by the commotion and was now screaming.
I tried to get Jack to calm down. He was so hysterical that it was making his coughing worse which was making it hard for him to breath which was making him hysterical until finally he threw-up in my hand. At that point I told him to please calm down and stay in bed while I went to the bathroom to dump the puke out of my hand and he got out of bed to run hysterically crying to look for his mommy. At that point Carisa ordered me to wrap him up in a blanket and take him outside...the cold air would help open his airways. Saint.
So there I was with him wrapped in my comforter on the front porch while I stood there barefoot and in my shorts. Eventually it got pretty cold but he did calm down. He stopped crying and he started breathing easier although he still was wheezing. I am not sure if it was the cold that helped or the distraction of him wondering what we were doing standing outside on the porch at 1 in the morning. Either way it worked.
I soon brought him back inside and got him back into bed while Carisa gave him a nebulizer treatment (which we still have from when he was 1 and had RSV) and set up a humidifier. Eventually we were all able to calm down and drift back to sleep as Jack's breathing returned to normal.
Monday came and was a horrible, horrible Monday. One of those exhausting, dizzy Mondays that makes you beg for Tuesday to arrive. After dinner, of which Jack didn't eat very much, we were downstairs when Jack said his tummy hurt. I asked him if he had to "puke" (his new favorite word after the Lili debacle) and he said yes, so I took him upstairs to the toilet and he did...just a little bit of water as if he had drank too much and needed to relieve some pressure. After that everything seemed fine.
Then close to midnight he came into our room and said his tummy hurt. I took him back to the toilet and he proceeded to empty out the day's contents before getting back into bed and spending the rest of the night whimpering softly about his tummy which hurt. Carisa took care of him while I tried to get some sleep in to the other room in order to show up at work with some level of functioning. Saint.
So now it is Tuesday and everyone seems to be a little bit better. I don't think there is anything worse than your kids being sick. Now we are just wondering when will it be Carisa's turn, or mine.
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Friday night was nice; instead of sitting at home we took the kids over to a friends house and let them run around in a new environment. It was a nice evening. Then we came home and I went to bed at 11 while Carisa remained in the basement working on the computer. At 11:30 I awoke to Lili crying while half-asleep in the other room. When I finally woke up enough to realize what was going on I went to her crib to find her and the crib pretty much covered in puke. That was just the beginning.
Carisa stayed up with Lili while she vomited at least once an hour (sometimes every 10 minutes) until 4 in the morning at which point they both got some sleep until 6. (To give you a better idea of the night Carisa had, let me point out here that a 1 year old can't tell you that she needs to go to the toilet to vomit...she just does it...usually all over you. Have I mentioned yet that I am pretty sure Carisa is a saint?) The last time Lili puked was at 11 AM on Saturday which was enough to make us change our plans for going out Saturday night. Sunday things picked up a little bit and we went to Mimi's for dinner before coming home and going to bed.
Around 11:30 Jack came into our bed and we let him stay. I am glad we did because at 12:30, with everyone including Jack asleep, we were awakened all of a sudden to Jack coughing a very dry barking cough and crying hysterically like he had been attacked. I tried to get him to calm down while Carisa went to the other room to deal with Lili who had been awakened by the commotion and was now screaming.
I tried to get Jack to calm down. He was so hysterical that it was making his coughing worse which was making it hard for him to breath which was making him hysterical until finally he threw-up in my hand. At that point I told him to please calm down and stay in bed while I went to the bathroom to dump the puke out of my hand and he got out of bed to run hysterically crying to look for his mommy. At that point Carisa ordered me to wrap him up in a blanket and take him outside...the cold air would help open his airways. Saint.
So there I was with him wrapped in my comforter on the front porch while I stood there barefoot and in my shorts. Eventually it got pretty cold but he did calm down. He stopped crying and he started breathing easier although he still was wheezing. I am not sure if it was the cold that helped or the distraction of him wondering what we were doing standing outside on the porch at 1 in the morning. Either way it worked.
I soon brought him back inside and got him back into bed while Carisa gave him a nebulizer treatment (which we still have from when he was 1 and had RSV) and set up a humidifier. Eventually we were all able to calm down and drift back to sleep as Jack's breathing returned to normal.
Monday came and was a horrible, horrible Monday. One of those exhausting, dizzy Mondays that makes you beg for Tuesday to arrive. After dinner, of which Jack didn't eat very much, we were downstairs when Jack said his tummy hurt. I asked him if he had to "puke" (his new favorite word after the Lili debacle) and he said yes, so I took him upstairs to the toilet and he did...just a little bit of water as if he had drank too much and needed to relieve some pressure. After that everything seemed fine.
Then close to midnight he came into our room and said his tummy hurt. I took him back to the toilet and he proceeded to empty out the day's contents before getting back into bed and spending the rest of the night whimpering softly about his tummy which hurt. Carisa took care of him while I tried to get some sleep in to the other room in order to show up at work with some level of functioning. Saint.
So now it is Tuesday and everyone seems to be a little bit better. I don't think there is anything worse than your kids being sick. Now we are just wondering when will it be Carisa's turn, or mine.
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