This week we get to deal with a sick boy. Our perky, sweet boy is tired, listless, extremely hot and as of tonight vomiting. Not cool. This has caused great stress in me. I can't handle Will and a 3 month old Kiki. James stayed home Monday and Tuesday to help deal. He is the one taking the temperatures and dosing the medicine. I found out yesterday he decided to stop giving him the medicine. I flipped. I put Will down for his nap and James gave me a cold bottle of milk. I flipped. Looking back, yes, it makes sense but not at the moment. I had to go back and make another bottle of milk when the cold one failed. I made a Dr.'s appt. that James took him to. He was told to keep up with the medicine. Will came home chipper, we thought he was getting better. He woke up this morning feeling good. As the morning progressed though he got worse. He has no appetite. All he wants is Apple Juice. I gave him some medicine. That was hard. He hates the stuff. Fights you the whole way through. I had Kiki swinging so I took medicated Will and a piece of turkey to the couch. Within 2 bites he passed out on me. Practically sitting up, slumped over the side of me. It was magical. He has never ever done that. I let him sleep awhile, then just laid him on a pillow on the couch. He slept a little bit before company came and woke him up.
About 45 minutes later he slept again for maybe an hour. We played for awhile then I went stir crazy. It stresses me out staying with these two inside all day. Kiki has decided to have an allergy to something and looks as though she has been bitten by fleas. I feel like I am constantly nursing her, he won't eat, I change diapers one after the other, I am doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen, having one cry then another cry, doing projects and coming to terms with the fact my husband will not be home until late. I bailed. Packed everyone into the car and went to see my dad. Will fell asleep in the car. He stayed on my parents couch the whole time we were there. He slept the whole way back.
Back at home the whole family was in the kitchen about to eat when Will threw up on James. Now, I would just like to point out that I had Kiki, James had Will. We prepared dinner one handed. It was difficult but we did it. When it was all ready to eat, Will puked on James. James put Will down on the floor to deal with his vomit soaked self and that's when Will puked on the kitchen floor. I still had Kiki in my arms and I got down on Wills level to let him know puking was okay. He sees Kiki puke all the time and we told him that's what he did, only on a grander scale. He was cool since we were cool. He just wanted a hug so I hugged him. Since James was still gone getting cleaned up I laid Kiki down on a nasty kitchen rug to take Wills vomited soaked clothes off. James came back though and relieved me of my duties. I texted my mom and asked if we should call the Dr. She recommended Pedialite. I looked it up on Pinterest and made some from scratch. He hated it. He did want some cheese though.
My poor husband has to be up at 5 to be to work at 6. He stays all day because he is also going to school. He studies at work. He doesn't get home most week nights until after 7. He also goes in everyday on the weekend to work and study. Having a sick Will throws a huge wrench into his ability to do all that. Even with happy kids he is running on next to nothing. So think about that when you want to go have your sick kids playing with another kid. It's not just the kid that gets sick, the whole family gets their ass kicked.
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