Last night I was supposed to be sleeping, but instead my fabulous husband and I were taking turns consoling Captain Freakout. Both William and Jadzia have been fighting colds for about a week. Night time had entailed the constant cycle of William waking up because of congestion, screaming because of a sore throat, making his throat worse by screaming, refusing to take any water or medicine because he's too busy freaking out, finally calming down only to wake up again because of congestion. Last night was the worse. He would not go down. He would not calm down. He insisted on having milk instead of water we all know is a no-no for sore throats (I coloured some water white by adding a few drops of milk). Our attempts to give him Children's Advil looked like the scene of a grizzly murder, with Adam holding William down while I covered myself in cherry-red liquid making numerous attempts to pour it into his mouth. As the medicine began to kick in, and our son became mildly more coherent, he said "My ear hurts."
Well this morning, I was supposed to be at a bowling birthday party with William's friends (and, more importantly, my friends) but instead I was at the walk-in clinic with my two sick children. Our regular doctor's office is in the same building as the clinic so, even though we couldn't get an appointment, William insisted we go to our doctor's waiting room to see the fish. Jadzia, who slept through last night's fiasco, was full of energy for crying. I suspect she recognized the building as a place where they stick babies with needles. Luckily, no shots today.
The walk-in doctor looked in both kid's ears and proclaimed them sufferers of ear infections. Jadzia got a bottle of banana-flavoured antibiotics. For William I made a point of asking for the strawberry version because he doesn't like banana. When we got home William decided he liked banana after all and wanted the same medicine as his sister. I bribed him with a popsicle. Hopefully I don't have to give him a popsicle 3 times a day for 10 days.
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
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Monday, February 01, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Good Morning
Good Morning Everyone! This I have trudged through a sea of vomit and diarrhea that has kept me away from my loyal followers. Okay, so it wasn't that bad, but it's hard to have a sense of humor about puke until everyone is all better...
Jadzia puked her guts out as we sat down to lunch on Sunday, the same afternoon we were scheduled to a birthday party for one of William's girlfriends. We didn't bring Jadzia (that would have been irresponsible) instead we left my mother-in-law with the sick baby and the rest of the family partied preschooler style.
The next day William was cranky in the afternoon, and I thought it was normal I-need-a-nap-but-I-don't-have-naps crankiness. I got him to sleep by driving him around the block, but he woke up even crankier than before, demanding television. All this is fairly normal behaviour for him, so I didn't clue-in that he was sick until he started retching. At that point, I grabbed him and rushed up stairs to the toilet (my kingdom for a downstairs bathroom!). We didn't quite make it. Only about 50% of the puke ended up it the toilet. 50% ended up on the basement stairs, the kitchen floor, and on the upstairs stairs (creating a path that my stair-climbing daughter, crawled right through). Also an additional 20% ended up on my clothes and hair. And 1% on William's clothes. (I realize that's 121%, but there was a lot of puke.) He puked four more times after that, but I'm proud to say that from then on I was able to rush him to the bathroom in time.
A peruse of facebook told me that everyone at the party was also sick, adults and kids alike. My husband stayed home sick from work a few days, but didn't puke (I don't think men puke). Patient Zero was fine all day Monday until she vomited in her crib that night and liquid-pooed in her diaper.
But now everyone is better. Even my car (I hope), which wouldn't start yesterday. I had to make it to another birthday party (will I ever learn my lesson) so I called my Dad and we installed all our carseats into the back of his mustang convertible (the perfect family car). Unfortunately Jadzia's carseat got stuck. The seatbelt is locked and won't give enough slack to get it out from around this piece of plastic that makes the carseat extra extra safe. Adam is off to my parent's house right now with screwdrivers.
William is having a tantrum about tv.
Jadzia puked her guts out as we sat down to lunch on Sunday, the same afternoon we were scheduled to a birthday party for one of William's girlfriends. We didn't bring Jadzia (that would have been irresponsible) instead we left my mother-in-law with the sick baby and the rest of the family partied preschooler style.
The next day William was cranky in the afternoon, and I thought it was normal I-need-a-nap-but-I-don't-have-naps crankiness. I got him to sleep by driving him around the block, but he woke up even crankier than before, demanding television. All this is fairly normal behaviour for him, so I didn't clue-in that he was sick until he started retching. At that point, I grabbed him and rushed up stairs to the toilet (my kingdom for a downstairs bathroom!). We didn't quite make it. Only about 50% of the puke ended up it the toilet. 50% ended up on the basement stairs, the kitchen floor, and on the upstairs stairs (creating a path that my stair-climbing daughter, crawled right through). Also an additional 20% ended up on my clothes and hair. And 1% on William's clothes. (I realize that's 121%, but there was a lot of puke.) He puked four more times after that, but I'm proud to say that from then on I was able to rush him to the bathroom in time.
A peruse of facebook told me that everyone at the party was also sick, adults and kids alike. My husband stayed home sick from work a few days, but didn't puke (I don't think men puke). Patient Zero was fine all day Monday until she vomited in her crib that night and liquid-pooed in her diaper.
But now everyone is better. Even my car (I hope), which wouldn't start yesterday. I had to make it to another birthday party (will I ever learn my lesson) so I called my Dad and we installed all our carseats into the back of his mustang convertible (the perfect family car). Unfortunately Jadzia's carseat got stuck. The seatbelt is locked and won't give enough slack to get it out from around this piece of plastic that makes the carseat extra extra safe. Adam is off to my parent's house right now with screwdrivers.
William is having a tantrum about tv.
Monday, July 06, 2009
Adam's 2nd Annual Birthday Barbecue Pool Party
As my husband was leaving for work today he said "Don't forget to write a blog entry about the pool party yesterday and how great I am."
So what can I say? It's wonderful to have friends. Old friends, new friends, Mommy friends, toddler friends, family who are also friends, friends who have become family, friends who I haven't seen in a while, friends who I see every week, were all hanging out in my yard, in my pool, eating food that my fabulous husband barbecued.
Yes it was Adam's birthday, but we put him to work anyway, cooking burgers and Polish sausages, and shish kabobs. Grilling pineapples, and passing out handfuls of strawberries and cherries. The invite said noon until ten, so guests came in waves, the second wave arriving as the first wave left. I made a birthday cake (well, two birthday cakes) and when I asked it anyone wanted seconds almost everyone raised their hands.
Unfortunately midway through the party William started to feel sick and I had to switch out of party mode and into Mommy mode. All he wanted to do was whine and cuddle with me and nearly fall asleep in my arms. Sadly it was at this time that all his little toddler friends were there to play. At one point Leyla, a beautiful curly-haired girl who is remarkably articulate for a two-and-a-half year old, came up to us and said "William, will you come play with me?" So precious, but we had to decline.
Shortly afterward, William puked all over me and we took a quick bath together (I was already in my bathing suit). When I say quick, I mean very quick, as there was still a party going on and we only have one bathroom. I put him to bed and rejoined the party.
Back in party mode but many of the guests had left, or were about to leave. My parents and in-laws stayed the whole time though and we started a splashingfest across our above-ground pool, largely instigated by my mother-in-law who didn't bring a bathing suit but got soaking wet anyway. William started to feel better after his nap and joined in the splashing. He even felt well enough to eat an entire pint of strawberries for dinner.
The party didn't quite make it until ten, which was good, because we were all tired. Not too tired, of course, to try out the Wii Fit that I bought Adam for his birthday. The balance board weighed us and tested us. We both were given Wii ages in our forties but we were happy because, though overweight, we were both lighter than we thought we were.
On the whole a great day with great friends, great family (including poor sick William because it's kind of nice when he's all cuddly), and a great husband.
So what can I say? It's wonderful to have friends. Old friends, new friends, Mommy friends, toddler friends, family who are also friends, friends who have become family, friends who I haven't seen in a while, friends who I see every week, were all hanging out in my yard, in my pool, eating food that my fabulous husband barbecued.
Yes it was Adam's birthday, but we put him to work anyway, cooking burgers and Polish sausages, and shish kabobs. Grilling pineapples, and passing out handfuls of strawberries and cherries. The invite said noon until ten, so guests came in waves, the second wave arriving as the first wave left. I made a birthday cake (well, two birthday cakes) and when I asked it anyone wanted seconds almost everyone raised their hands.
Unfortunately midway through the party William started to feel sick and I had to switch out of party mode and into Mommy mode. All he wanted to do was whine and cuddle with me and nearly fall asleep in my arms. Sadly it was at this time that all his little toddler friends were there to play. At one point Leyla, a beautiful curly-haired girl who is remarkably articulate for a two-and-a-half year old, came up to us and said "William, will you come play with me?" So precious, but we had to decline.
Shortly afterward, William puked all over me and we took a quick bath together (I was already in my bathing suit). When I say quick, I mean very quick, as there was still a party going on and we only have one bathroom. I put him to bed and rejoined the party.
Back in party mode but many of the guests had left, or were about to leave. My parents and in-laws stayed the whole time though and we started a splashingfest across our above-ground pool, largely instigated by my mother-in-law who didn't bring a bathing suit but got soaking wet anyway. William started to feel better after his nap and joined in the splashing. He even felt well enough to eat an entire pint of strawberries for dinner.
The party didn't quite make it until ten, which was good, because we were all tired. Not too tired, of course, to try out the Wii Fit that I bought Adam for his birthday. The balance board weighed us and tested us. We both were given Wii ages in our forties but we were happy because, though overweight, we were both lighter than we thought we were.
On the whole a great day with great friends, great family (including poor sick William because it's kind of nice when he's all cuddly), and a great husband.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Now, who will take care of me??
When my baby was sick, I lay down with him, I gave him hugs, I cuddled him, I took him to the doctor, I gave him medicine. Now he's well enough to whip toys at the tv, to rummage through the freezer, and to find and play with all the most dangerous items in the kitchen drawers. Meanwhile, my brain has liquified and is coming out through my nose.
Friday, December 12, 2008
With Any Luck
Since I haven't posted in almost a week, I'm sure some of you have assumed that I'm in the hospital pushing out a kid. No such luck. However, with only eight days to go, I'm looking for signs that the luck of the universe is on my side.
William has been suffering a pretty bad cold the past few days. So bad, in fact, that the only way he could sleep last night was if I slept the entire night beside him in his car bed (had to be me, because I'm the Mommy, Daddy doesn't have magic mommy powers). Luckily, my husband opted to make William a full sized twin, rather than a toddler-sized bed.
Still, a sick child is bad luck, but this morning I had some related good luck. I had a prenatal appointment and was going to take Mr. William to the walk-in at the same time, before I went I called our family doctor (same building as my preggers doc) on the slim chance that I could get William an appointment. Not only did they actually give me an appointment, but they gave me one a half-hour after mine!
Unluckily, William and I were both called in at around the same time and my Dad had to take William in. William has an ear-infection (surprise, surprise).
Luckily, my doctor says the baby's head has dropped lower than it was last week. Unluckily, he says I probably have at least another week to go.
Luckily, I remembered to buy diapers. I bought a crossword scratch ticket while I was there, to look for further signs of luck. I lost but, if only I'd had the letters H, N, R, and Y, I would have won 50 thousand dollars.
Luckily William fell asleep in the car, and actually stayed asleep when I put him in bed. Unluckily, he just woke up, just now.
Luckily, the Cleavage anthology, which has my story in it, just got a good review which mentions my piece in particular as one that young girls can relate to.
So with any luck, if you add up all this bad and good luck, carry the one, we should see a baby girl sometime before Christmas.
William has been suffering a pretty bad cold the past few days. So bad, in fact, that the only way he could sleep last night was if I slept the entire night beside him in his car bed (had to be me, because I'm the Mommy, Daddy doesn't have magic mommy powers). Luckily, my husband opted to make William a full sized twin, rather than a toddler-sized bed.
Still, a sick child is bad luck, but this morning I had some related good luck. I had a prenatal appointment and was going to take Mr. William to the walk-in at the same time, before I went I called our family doctor (same building as my preggers doc) on the slim chance that I could get William an appointment. Not only did they actually give me an appointment, but they gave me one a half-hour after mine!
Unluckily, William and I were both called in at around the same time and my Dad had to take William in. William has an ear-infection (surprise, surprise).
Luckily, my doctor says the baby's head has dropped lower than it was last week. Unluckily, he says I probably have at least another week to go.
Luckily, I remembered to buy diapers. I bought a crossword scratch ticket while I was there, to look for further signs of luck. I lost but, if only I'd had the letters H, N, R, and Y, I would have won 50 thousand dollars.
Luckily William fell asleep in the car, and actually stayed asleep when I put him in bed. Unluckily, he just woke up, just now.
Luckily, the Cleavage anthology, which has my story in it, just got a good review which mentions my piece in particular as one that young girls can relate to.
So with any luck, if you add up all this bad and good luck, carry the one, we should see a baby girl sometime before Christmas.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
My poor sick cuddly bear
Last night at around 4am William woke up very congested and feverish. From then until now, I've spent quite a bit of time lying next to him in his bed. Sometimes he plays with my hair, sometimes he snuggles into me. When I need to leave the room, I often have to lift his sleepy head off of my arm, and occasionally pry a section of my hair from his fingers. Sometimes I can get out of bed without disturbing him at all, but I don't, because it's nice just to watch him sleep.
When you have a child who loves to run, jump, dance and climb, you have to treasure the cuddly moments. Not that I want him to be sick, no, it breaks my heart to see him in any discomfort. Especially since I'm the one he runs to for hugs when he's upset, hurting, or sick. It's more than love, I think he truly believes that I have some sort of magic power to take his pain away.
In a way I do, kind of. Give him some children's tylenol and within a half an hour he miraculously becomes good old William, wanting to babble, and play with cars, and eat fruit, and colour on the table. But I don't want to have him drugged up all the time, because I know that a fever is a good thing, the body fighting off infection. So mostly I just give him hugs, and let him sleep.
When you have a child who loves to run, jump, dance and climb, you have to treasure the cuddly moments. Not that I want him to be sick, no, it breaks my heart to see him in any discomfort. Especially since I'm the one he runs to for hugs when he's upset, hurting, or sick. It's more than love, I think he truly believes that I have some sort of magic power to take his pain away.
In a way I do, kind of. Give him some children's tylenol and within a half an hour he miraculously becomes good old William, wanting to babble, and play with cars, and eat fruit, and colour on the table. But I don't want to have him drugged up all the time, because I know that a fever is a good thing, the body fighting off infection. So mostly I just give him hugs, and let him sleep.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Sick Baby
Since about Friday, William has had bouts of unexplained crankiness. At first I attributed them to the sudden attack of summer weather we've had in the last few days. William takes after his Daddy in terms of heat tolerance. Then during the weekend I developed a sore throat, which reminded me that I'd seen William testing his gag reflex. I thought he had just learned a new trick, but now I was beginning to wonder if my baby had a sore throat.
On Sunday we were supposed to go to a barbecue hosted by one of William's Early Years Centre friends, but it was cancelled due to a child sickness epidemic that we may or may not have started (I took William to the Early Years Centre on Friday despite his cranky demeanor).
On Monday, my parents and I had planned to go to my convocation (because I finally graduated from my ryerson magazine publishing certificate), but I opted out because a) William and I were sick and tired, and b) the geniuses at Ryerson wanted me to be there 2 hours early, which meant 7:30 am on a Monday morning. (This for a program that only held courses in the evenings to accomodate people's jobs). My parents still wanted to celebrate my graduation though, so they brought me lunch and we swam in the pool. In hindsight, swimming with possible sickness may not have been the best idea, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Plus I sun-screened my baby so I still get some good mother points.
This morning William's crankiness reasserted itself, so my husband and I went to the walk-in clinic (with William, of course). The doctor found that William didn't have a sore throat, he had an ear infection. (So much for my sleuthing powers). Anyway, we got a jar of bubblegum-flavoured antibiotics (why don't adult anti-biotics come flavoured? Youth is wasted on the young.) This is William's very first prescription, which I'm told is quite remarkable. However, it may have more to do with my lack of attentiveness to whatever symptoms he may have experienced in the past, rather than evidence of William's amazing immune system.
On Sunday we were supposed to go to a barbecue hosted by one of William's Early Years Centre friends, but it was cancelled due to a child sickness epidemic that we may or may not have started (I took William to the Early Years Centre on Friday despite his cranky demeanor).
On Monday, my parents and I had planned to go to my convocation (because I finally graduated from my ryerson magazine publishing certificate), but I opted out because a) William and I were sick and tired, and b) the geniuses at Ryerson wanted me to be there 2 hours early, which meant 7:30 am on a Monday morning. (This for a program that only held courses in the evenings to accomodate people's jobs). My parents still wanted to celebrate my graduation though, so they brought me lunch and we swam in the pool. In hindsight, swimming with possible sickness may not have been the best idea, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Plus I sun-screened my baby so I still get some good mother points.
This morning William's crankiness reasserted itself, so my husband and I went to the walk-in clinic (with William, of course). The doctor found that William didn't have a sore throat, he had an ear infection. (So much for my sleuthing powers). Anyway, we got a jar of bubblegum-flavoured antibiotics (why don't adult anti-biotics come flavoured? Youth is wasted on the young.) This is William's very first prescription, which I'm told is quite remarkable. However, it may have more to do with my lack of attentiveness to whatever symptoms he may have experienced in the past, rather than evidence of William's amazing immune system.
Monday, January 28, 2008
THE BUG
Friday: William and I went to the Early Years Centre, where there were more babies than I ever remember seeing in one place. We had a fabulous time, however, this is no doubt how William picked up THE BUG.
Saturday: William woke up with a surprise for us (liquid explosives) all over his sleeper, bedsheet, and blanket. Thinking that this was the result of something he ate, or some other quirk of his baby digestive system, we opted not to cancel our trip to Port Hope for my cousin Dylan's 3rd birthday. While there, William was in good spirits despite a lack of appetite and many more explosions.
Sunday: On the advice of a TeleHealth nurse we began feeding William Pedialyte, a yummy juice designed to keep him hydrated (I assume it's yummy because it's the only thing he'll take in right now). In addition to not eating solids, he started refusing breastmilk and biting my nipples instead (ouch!). That afternoon I felt nauseous, and promptly puked up lunch (twice) and went to bed a 7 pm, skipping dinner. Without breastmilk, William is nearly impossible to get to sleep so I let Adam handle that. By 9pm Adam had contracted THE BUG and was emptying himself out both ends.
Monday: That brings us to today. Adam is home from work and has been sleeping most of the day. I don't feel nauseous anymore but I have barely enough energy to type. I just had to report on this as a warning to all that the Filipowicz household is under quaranteen. Do not approach if you value your tummy.
Saturday: William woke up with a surprise for us (liquid explosives) all over his sleeper, bedsheet, and blanket. Thinking that this was the result of something he ate, or some other quirk of his baby digestive system, we opted not to cancel our trip to Port Hope for my cousin Dylan's 3rd birthday. While there, William was in good spirits despite a lack of appetite and many more explosions.
Sunday: On the advice of a TeleHealth nurse we began feeding William Pedialyte, a yummy juice designed to keep him hydrated (I assume it's yummy because it's the only thing he'll take in right now). In addition to not eating solids, he started refusing breastmilk and biting my nipples instead (ouch!). That afternoon I felt nauseous, and promptly puked up lunch (twice) and went to bed a 7 pm, skipping dinner. Without breastmilk, William is nearly impossible to get to sleep so I let Adam handle that. By 9pm Adam had contracted THE BUG and was emptying himself out both ends.
Monday: That brings us to today. Adam is home from work and has been sleeping most of the day. I don't feel nauseous anymore but I have barely enough energy to type. I just had to report on this as a warning to all that the Filipowicz household is under quaranteen. Do not approach if you value your tummy.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Welcome to Canada Carol and Derek!
Yesterday Mr. William spent the day hanging out with his Omi, while I went to Toronto and played tourist with Scottish Carol and her husband Derek. Now I know Toronto just about as well as the next Burlingtonian (or less) so I really wasn't much of a guide. I took them to 401 Richmond (where the art galleries are, one of my fave Toronto destinations especially since it doesn't cost anything) and we spent most of the day wandering the streets. Carol says the city is "very clean" but I think that has more to do with the fact that it was so sunny yesterday that everything seemed to be shining. I hope we have this nice weather the whole two weeks they're here, then Carol and Derek can tell the folks back home in Scotland that Canada is the perfect tropical destination. Incidentally I learned that Scotland really doesn't have fire hydrants, who knew?
In other news, my son has been kind enough to share his cold germs with me, so last night I had a hard time getting to sleep as my nose was running like Niagara Falls on speed. When I finally got to sleep (because my nostrils stopped dripping and just clogged themselves) my darling husband woke me up to offer me nasal spray. It seems my predicament caused me to "make weird noises" that prevented my hubby from sleeping.
In other news, my son has been kind enough to share his cold germs with me, so last night I had a hard time getting to sleep as my nose was running like Niagara Falls on speed. When I finally got to sleep (because my nostrils stopped dripping and just clogged themselves) my darling husband woke me up to offer me nasal spray. It seems my predicament caused me to "make weird noises" that prevented my hubby from sleeping.
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