Enchanted castle...
Nov. 12th, 2006 02:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammarwoman...or it seems like right now. If it weren't for the drone of the lawn mower nearby, it might almost feel creepy. The Emperor is finally down for his nap (more later) and his exhausted daddy is asleep on the couch, worn out from the Sunday morning tradition of getting up early (the horror) to watch the little goober while Mommy sleeps (bliss!).
These past several days have been very LOOOOOONG. Wednesday night we went to pick up the Emperor from day-care, only to find him laid low by some foul bug -- he was feverish and coughing and sitting in the teacher's lap. This was unlike our very energetic boy who usually comes running to greet us and then pulls us over to his toys. We got him home and set him up on the couch with his favorite TV offerings, during which he just laid there. At dinner time, we offered him some pizza, which he ate and then threw up. Same went for the Tylenol. So he went to bed still feverish and coughing.
Thursday at home with Daddy was small bursts of life interspersed with long bouts of listlessness and intermittent hacking and puking. Things were held together long enough to drop in at day-care to particpate in class pictures. (The timing!) We went to the doctor's Thursday evening, only to have him puke all over himself as we were pulling into the parking garage. I had thought ahead and packed a spare set of clothes, but the car seat was a mess. What with getting him changed and cleaned up, we were late to the appointment; luckily, at 5:45 the waiting room was empty. The doctor poked and prodded him, and in examining his throat prompted him to puke again (*phew* that this one was only recently-consumed water). It was proclaimed to be some virus, and seeing as he was vomiting so much, we were told not to bother with fever medicine since he was hovering in the 100-101 degree range. We got home and he puked three more times before bed. We were relieved that he didn't have any more incidents during the night -- probably because he didn't have anything left in his system to expel.
On Friday, the Emperor was a pathetic lump. He barely moved off the couch, and Daddy only managed to get him to drink a little milk and a couple of crackers. (But hey, no vomit!) I got home and enouraged him to drink and eat some more, but he was just out of it.
Saturday was a little better; he was drinking a ton of milk and eating snacks, and showing signs of energy. We thought that we would be clear to attend Auntie Liz and Uncle Sean's reaffirmation, but then the Emperor had a horrible abbreviated nap and coughing fits. There was no way I wanted to take him on the road and then to sit in a church and a restaurant for the next several hours. So Daddy went alone and we stayed home. Wouldn't you know, he had a marvelous afternoon. We played in the kitchen sink (sipping from a medicine cup is So Much Fun!), raced around the house, watched some more videos, scoffed at dinner, and went to bed. The coughing proved to be a problem in staying asleep, but Mommy needed the exercise, trotting upstairs every half hour or so to soothe him.
Today he's been back to his old self (though his eating is still birdlike), which has been such a relief. He was so full of beans that it took me an HOUR to get him to lay down for his nap. Mind you, he was cheerfully playing in his crib the whole time, but geesh! Be careful what you wish for.
We're very grateful that he's doing better, and that it's been a nice long while since the last time he was this sick (Take that, daycare-hating Grandma!). I appreciated the snuggling time, don't get me wrong, but between listening to him get bad coughing fits and running loads of puked-on laundry, I could do without this for another long while.
These past several days have been very LOOOOOONG. Wednesday night we went to pick up the Emperor from day-care, only to find him laid low by some foul bug -- he was feverish and coughing and sitting in the teacher's lap. This was unlike our very energetic boy who usually comes running to greet us and then pulls us over to his toys. We got him home and set him up on the couch with his favorite TV offerings, during which he just laid there. At dinner time, we offered him some pizza, which he ate and then threw up. Same went for the Tylenol. So he went to bed still feverish and coughing.
Thursday at home with Daddy was small bursts of life interspersed with long bouts of listlessness and intermittent hacking and puking. Things were held together long enough to drop in at day-care to particpate in class pictures. (The timing!) We went to the doctor's Thursday evening, only to have him puke all over himself as we were pulling into the parking garage. I had thought ahead and packed a spare set of clothes, but the car seat was a mess. What with getting him changed and cleaned up, we were late to the appointment; luckily, at 5:45 the waiting room was empty. The doctor poked and prodded him, and in examining his throat prompted him to puke again (*phew* that this one was only recently-consumed water). It was proclaimed to be some virus, and seeing as he was vomiting so much, we were told not to bother with fever medicine since he was hovering in the 100-101 degree range. We got home and he puked three more times before bed. We were relieved that he didn't have any more incidents during the night -- probably because he didn't have anything left in his system to expel.
On Friday, the Emperor was a pathetic lump. He barely moved off the couch, and Daddy only managed to get him to drink a little milk and a couple of crackers. (But hey, no vomit!) I got home and enouraged him to drink and eat some more, but he was just out of it.
Saturday was a little better; he was drinking a ton of milk and eating snacks, and showing signs of energy. We thought that we would be clear to attend Auntie Liz and Uncle Sean's reaffirmation, but then the Emperor had a horrible abbreviated nap and coughing fits. There was no way I wanted to take him on the road and then to sit in a church and a restaurant for the next several hours. So Daddy went alone and we stayed home. Wouldn't you know, he had a marvelous afternoon. We played in the kitchen sink (sipping from a medicine cup is So Much Fun!), raced around the house, watched some more videos, scoffed at dinner, and went to bed. The coughing proved to be a problem in staying asleep, but Mommy needed the exercise, trotting upstairs every half hour or so to soothe him.
Today he's been back to his old self (though his eating is still birdlike), which has been such a relief. He was so full of beans that it took me an HOUR to get him to lay down for his nap. Mind you, he was cheerfully playing in his crib the whole time, but geesh! Be careful what you wish for.
We're very grateful that he's doing better, and that it's been a nice long while since the last time he was this sick (Take that, daycare-hating Grandma!). I appreciated the snuggling time, don't get me wrong, but between listening to him get bad coughing fits and running loads of puked-on laundry, I could do without this for another long while.
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Date: 2006-11-13 02:49 pm (UTC)Hope the goober gets better.
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