- Peed on
- Spit up on
- Snotted on
- Sneezed on
- Thrown up on
- and covered in gooey eye matter
Poor Isabelle has been sick pretty much for the last two weeks straight. It has been an adventure and not one I'd like to repeat anytime again soon.
Two weeks ago we noticed she wasn't breathing as she normally does and after at trip to her pediatricians office we learned she had a respiratory infection, and since then she's developed quite a bad cold.
Last night however, when I picked her up from the sitters, the first moment my eyes laid on her, I knew I wouldn't be making it to work today. It was a very short night, one that I spent more than 2 and a half hours in the boy's bathroom with the shower on as hot as it could be to create a "steam room" so she could breath better, and one where I had to use warm wash clothes on her eyes for several minutes just so she could open them. I feel so bad for her. I wish I could take every germ in her body and feel as crappy as she must feel, it it could make her feel better. If only she could tell me how she felt, where it hurts, what I could do to make her feel better. But she can't so I can only go with what I remember my mom and grandmother doing for me when I was sick and hope that's enough.
This morning after her second visit to the pediatricians office this week, and being called a frequent flyer, we were given a whole pack of prescriptions and send home with the doctors orders to "stay in all weekend, she's contagious and here's the same prescriptions for the boys.... I'm sure they'll be next and so you might as well get these now, that way you don't have to come back again."
So home again for a second weekend a row. In some ways, it feels like a present. These days, I don't feel like we get to spend enough time at home, it always seems we're racing here or racing there. It will be a weekend like last, a weekend I call a "relaxing weekend" Last week when I told the boys we'd be staying in because Isabelle and Michael were ill, I said, "were going to have a "relaxing weekend" Right away the boys looked back at me with a puzzled face, "Mom, what does relaxing mean?" I laughed and thought to myself, I guess we need to slow things down a bit around here. After sharing with them the meaning of relaxation Gabriel said, "Mom, I bet you are going to LOVE LOVE LOVE this weekend" Guess he knows me pretty well too.
I just hope after the long weekend we're all back to feeling better, rested up and booger, gooey eye gunk, and sneeze free.
Until next time,
Angie
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