The boys have been sick (again!). What's new, right? Robert came into my room on Weds night, saying, "Cola, come on. Get up. Let's go." As if I'm going to jump up and dance in the middle of the night without an explanation. After I grumbly asked him what the heck he wanted, he told me Elias had vomited. Ok, I was up and running.
Poor E was sitting there quietly, with sad eyes. I cleaned him up and took him to my bed. Can you believe he actually whimpered as I was nursing him that he wanted to sleep with Daddy?! Are you kidding me? This is the kid that screams at the thought of bedtime b/c he doesn't want to go to Daddy's bed. I guess he's warming up to it. He had a nursie and was almost asleep when I heard him start to do that pitiful whimper again. He got sick. This time I had to get Micah out of the bed and take both the kids to Robert while I cleaned everything up. Micah of course, didn't care that it was 2:30AM, he was just glad to be up for the partay! 3 year olds, gotta love 'em. We all got settled and back to sleep. Aaah. Sweet sleep.
'Lias acted just fine that following morning, up to his usual antics. He ate breakfast, nursed and was in a toddlerish mood. We met Jessica and her kiddos at A Day of Play. It wasn't until that afternoon that E puked again, along with the big D. Poor guy. I just wanted to scoop him up and make it all better. :( After another fun filled night of getting sick, we all slept. Friday morning, he actually was acting sick. Lethargic, no appetite and sleeping constantly. Surprisingly, he fell asleep standing up a few times.
I took Micah and him to the pediatrician because they'd both been coughing since early July. I won't tell you that we didn't actually get to see the dr, but the nurse prac, instead. Yes, I drive 40 mins out of the way to see the NP. Whatever. She thinks the boys have Whooping Cough. Isn't that a barrel of fun! After finding a clip online of what it sounds like, I think she's right. Thankfully, they are past the worst of it and no longer contagious. Though it will take quite sometime for them to recover and stop the coughing fits.
Saturday morning, all of us schlepped to Cracker Barrel for some southern love. Micah lined up the honey, jelly and butter packets in a nice row. Then he proceeded to kiss them all.
What the heck goes through his head? Elias happily dipped every bit of food we gave him in ketchup. The couple next to us were quite entertained. I tell Robert before we get into the car that Micah needed to pee. After all, he did suck down a huge glass of orange juice. I'm putting Elias into his seat and look up to the boy at a tree. Thanks, Robert.
That's exactly what I hoped you would do.
We made our way to The Depot.
The refrigerator, pantry and laundry room now have locks. :) The kids are less than thrilled, but now I don't have to worry that Micah is climbing the shelves in search of gluteny foods or eating frozen cupcakes. Oh and yes, we are the parents that let our children climb everything and run up and down the aisles. Isn't that what hardware stores are for?
Of course right after we get home, he starts running a fever. By the end of the night, he was a clingy, whiney mess. Sunday, he seemed fine and I thought it was over. We made it to the park and cleaned around the house. (No thanks to Robert. Yes, I just dissed my husband for all to see. Just be glad I was nice.) Anyway, the poor guy was up puking during the night and begging for something to drink. I should have known better. I gave him some water and out it all came.
Today, R is now in bed with the barfs. Elias is still doing the stinky something died in my diaper thing, Micah is whiney and I am TIRED. The madness ensues!
