Nobody likes having sick kids so I don’t think I need to tell you that I had a couple of weeks that were less than enjoyable. Well just to be different I thought I’d put a positive spin on my sick kids experience.
1. They were sick together. I was getting up once every hour to the sound of “Neenee I need a tissue” but then I’d wipe two noses. They were laying in bed feeling miserable and talking about it together. I’d then check fevers that seemed to keep coming and going. It was easy having them both sick in one room.
2. I’d take both kids to the emergency department at the same time to have oxygen levels check – they have both had chest infections in the past so I want to stay on top of that and hit them with drugs when necessary.
3. If I need time off work it makes sense to do it all at once…. Work will wait.
4. The house became really quiet. Almost a vacation, without the sleep or really good meals or going anywhere… ok, forget the vacation part. It was quiet.
Then after a few days Dija was all of a sudden normal again and the quiet part was over when she was around.
Trey just didn’t get better. He was a pathetic sac of bones laying on the sofa far too long…. It all gets a little blurry in my memory here. I think I took him back to the hospital again because I knew he wasn’t improving… but without signs of infection there still wasn’t anything to do but to keep doing the same. Until the third visit after a fever of 103.8 and a lifeless little boy. His poor body just wasn’t functioning as it should at this point. Oh, now you’re looking for the positive that I promised….
5. I always hear people complaining about the Emergency Department. I appreciate the work that they do and the care that they give. I would not want their jobs.
The Tuesday afternoon that we went every room was filled and the waiting area was pretty busy as well. We still didn’t wait long and Trey was given excellent care. That was a long Tuesday but he was a great patient.
On Thursday night I made the announcement that if he didn’t improve overnight he was going back to the hospital in the morning to stay until he could eat, drink and oh… walk to the bathroom unassisted!
Friday morning he seemed to turn a corner and he got up and asked for breakfast. I held my breath but he improved steadily all day. He was back… but wait… he was different…
6. Trey recovered from his illness as a grown up almost 5 year old who wants to obey his parents and do whatever they ask of him. He responds the first time I speak to him and answers politely. He cleans his room up without being asked. He is calm and quiet around the house. He is no longer a crazy 4 year old. He matured while he laid on the sofa. I like this change.
I don’t know if the illness really had anything to do with the sudden changes or if it was just the timing. I wish I could have bottled the virus and sold it based on the changes I’ve seen. I’d start by giving it to Dija again because I’m struggling with her volume and her inability to listen. Perhaps she just needs to grow a year older to catch up.
7. It was great that when I finally gave in to the germs and needed my own sick day I could explain to the kids how I felt and they understood.
8. We’re all feeling fine now and Papa never did get sick – Yay!