Another Round, Please!
I e-mailed a friend this afternoon who was checking on Ben and the rest of us who've been under the weather now for what seems like an eternity. Basically I told her we feel like the eye of the storm passed over us yesterday. We're back where we were Friday. Wondering. Worried. Waiting.
Our guesses include but are not limited to: still recovering from last weeks "cold" virus; The 5th Disease brought home from a visit with cousins; another virus; an abdominal migraine; or God forbid, a shunt infection; or any combination to the above; or something else.
If you read my article at Hopeful Parents yesterday then today's developments would be considered ordering another round of margaritas. In fact let's try another flavor, shall we? Oh and make it to go! This is a perfect example of what life is like being a non-typical family.
I see no tulips. No windmills. No Dutch Masters (Van Gogh kicks Vermeer's ass anyway). Only a sickly little boy who is breaking my heart because he can't tell me where it hurts, what itches, when he's going to throw up, or even, "Dad, I don't feel good." Instead we look at the color of his skin, what his vomit looks like, how many seizures he has, watching a monitor that tells us if he's getting enough oxygen to his blood stream. Honest to God this is like fishing without bait and hoping to snare a large mouth bass on the hook as you reel it in.
We didn't get much sleep last night and with Joan heading to work tomorrow, the prospects of me getting any rest until the nurse arrives tomorrow seems very unlikely. Oh yes. Did I mention Joan and I are right on the edge of full-blown sinus infections?
I swear to God, if someone mentions the word "tulip" tomorrow I will beat 'em to death with a wooden shoe!
BTW, this is a pic of Ben late in the week. Check out the little rash on his cheeks. Gah!!! we should've picked this one up.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
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My thoughts are with you and your family. No greetings from Holland -- we're trying to avoid the place. Much strength and courage through the night and into morning.
Poor little guy! And darn those stupid sinus infections...you need your health. I know exactly what you're talking about, the whole Holland thing. Sometimes it's not easy to get used to all those damn tulips and windmills. Hang in there. I'm praying for you guys.
man, you poor guys! ((you))
sending you all love and healthy wishes for that sweet little sick puppy (my dad used to call me his sick puppy when i was little and feeling bad with my asthma, and then would get lots of snuggling)
anyway...i hope you and joan are on the mend soon...
love & prayers,
gypsy
sending you a moment of peace- and some prayers.
and NO tulips.
Man! If it helps, the Fifth Disease rash is usually bright red with well-defined borders and it hits a few days after the symptoms of illness are gone. Not that our kids are always sticklers for typical disease progression, though. LOL.
I hope he's better soon.
We're now leaning toward abdominal migraine. Long night last night. I'm headed to bed for awhile since the nurse is here.
I can't imagine how exhausting it is to be that vigilant, and that's without being sick yourselves. You know I think you're amazing people. You know that, right?
Do you need understanding in order to be sympathetic? I'm not sure. I'd like to say something uplifting, offer some advise or something. But I don't have any. I have two healthy little monsters who mean the world to me. They are hard work sometimes.
At first, I saw the words exceptional parent and cringed. Some may argue that you have no choice. And maybe they're right.
I may not be able to uplift you and make you feel better, but you do this to everyone that reads this blog. So an exceptional parent is exactly what you are!
Thanks for sharing!
...please where can I buy a unicorn?
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