Because I'm a bad mother my first thought was fuck, I haven't done the floors yet.
Yep, I'm a bad mother. My son is sick and I'm worried about the floors. Let me just explain, I wait to do the floors when Mushroom is at daycare or the MIL's so they at least stay clean for a couple of hours. Have you seen what kids do to your house? Your floors? It's a trail of destruction. There's food, toys, objects that cannot be identified... I usually do them first thing in the morning but I was fighting with my daughter to get her to go to sleep and it just didn't happen.
Remember my daughter? The one who used to sleep really well. Ugh, you know the story, babies like to keep you on your toes.
I call Juffin and tell him I have to pick up the little one due to high temps. We're both baffled as he seemed fine in the morning. I'm still thinking about my floors when I get to the kindy 10 minutes later. And there he is, my first born, curled up on the mat in the foetal position.
His little face is tear stained and he's clearly very unhappy. When I reach down to cuddle him, he's so hot to touch that I gasp. And he just wants me to pick him up. But I can't because I'm holding my daughter.
I decide to put my daughter on the ground and I cuddle my son. We get his bag and he wraps himself around my legs and we limp out of there.
At home he cries. A lot. I administer paracetamol and a lemonade iceblock. He curls up on the couch and shudders. He won't drink, he won't get in the shower. His temp doesn't move. I make him drink some hydrolite by telling him it's juice. He'll always drink juice. I attempt to pu the baby down for a sleep but she laughs in my face, sleep! Who needs it?! I tell Mushroom it's ok if he does want to have a sleep but he says he feels too sick.
The boy wants constant cuddles, the baby wants boob. I'm dealing with a clingy sick preschooler and an overtired maniac of a baby.
Thankfully Juffin gets home relatively early and right on cue there is spew. I can't deal with spew.
He puts Mushroom in the shower to rinse off and I clean up. Please God, I pray, please let there be no more spew.
I put the TV on and we have cuddles on the couch. Juffin has an optical appointment. I am mad but try not to show it. Of all nights, honestly. I try to feed Molly and cuddle Mushroom but it's not working. I jump in the shower with Molly and start the process of putting her to bed. Max is in his pjs and he's ready but wants to wait for Dad. We administer more drugs to try and bring his temp down as he's still burning up. He says his head hurts inside his noggin.
I am worried. His temperature doesn't seem to be moving and I don't know what to do. I'm bracing for an emergency room dash and keep thinking we're in for a big night. For once, luck is on our side, and we get off relatively scott free. Mushroom woke around 3.30am with temperatures still soaring but on wake up this morning he is fine! He's eating, he's laughing, his temperature is fine.... Seriously, WTF? What's with kids and their mysterious illnesses that just appear and then disappear just as quickly?!
Last night it took 2 hours to get my daughter to sleep. She had had 20 minutes sleep from 2pm to 8pm. Seriously. That's fucked. This morning she's had 20 minutes from 7.30 to 12.30. Again. Fucked. At least she's not crying.
She thinks she can crawl already which is probably why she can't sleep. Too many things going on in her little brain.
Slow down baby girl.
And just because it's been a week since I finished my antibiotics, left boob is sore again. So you know, time for another Doctor's visit.
I promise the next post will be more positive. Hopefully I'll find a million dollars in a shoebox buried in the backyard and all my problems will be solved!
|/All smiles this morning|