My poor Katie bug. :0(
This is Day 5 of this godforsaken virus. I feel so bad for her, and so damned helpless that I can't banish this illness to the depths of hell with my super mommy powers. Pisses me off.
I got home from school and she was sleeping. Yup, and it wasn't even dark out. You know she's sick when she takes a nap. She woke up with a fever -- 101.4. And her eyes--they're so bloodshot and swollen it looks like she's coming down off a four-day meth binge. Poor thing. Just breaks my heart.
The worst of it, besides it being DAY 5 of this sickness, is that she is just dying to go back to school. I honestly don't think she's going to be able to go back in on Monday, not without a miracle between now and then.
Last night was quite possibly one of the worst we've had in a long time. We didn't get to bed until very late as it were, then both kiddos woke up miserable at 1:30 a.m. Jonathan was burning up. I know this may seem paranoid, but I can't let my kids sleep alone when they have a fever. I always hear stories of kids having febrile seizures or respiratory issues due to fever so I'd rather be beside them if that were to occur. Our comfort (and theirs) is a small sacrifice. So we got Jonathan into our bed and got him a drink. Then Katie woke up and wanted to sleep with us, too. So here we were, the four of us, in our little queen sized bed. We had a nice little system going on there for a little while: Shawn and I laid with our heads to the foot of the bed while the kids slept in the middle with their heads at the top. The details after that are fuzzy, but I know there was a lot of whining and moaning and groaning and bitching and complaining, and that went on until about 2:30 a.m. So not fun.
The brightside of this is Jonathan's fever hasn't returned since the wee hours. For that, I am immeasurably thankful.
This is Day 5 of this godforsaken virus. I feel so bad for her, and so damned helpless that I can't banish this illness to the depths of hell with my super mommy powers. Pisses me off.
I got home from school and she was sleeping. Yup, and it wasn't even dark out. You know she's sick when she takes a nap. She woke up with a fever -- 101.4. And her eyes--they're so bloodshot and swollen it looks like she's coming down off a four-day meth binge. Poor thing. Just breaks my heart.
The worst of it, besides it being DAY 5 of this sickness, is that she is just dying to go back to school. I honestly don't think she's going to be able to go back in on Monday, not without a miracle between now and then.
Last night was quite possibly one of the worst we've had in a long time. We didn't get to bed until very late as it were, then both kiddos woke up miserable at 1:30 a.m. Jonathan was burning up. I know this may seem paranoid, but I can't let my kids sleep alone when they have a fever. I always hear stories of kids having febrile seizures or respiratory issues due to fever so I'd rather be beside them if that were to occur. Our comfort (and theirs) is a small sacrifice. So we got Jonathan into our bed and got him a drink. Then Katie woke up and wanted to sleep with us, too. So here we were, the four of us, in our little queen sized bed. We had a nice little system going on there for a little while: Shawn and I laid with our heads to the foot of the bed while the kids slept in the middle with their heads at the top. The details after that are fuzzy, but I know there was a lot of whining and moaning and groaning and bitching and complaining, and that went on until about 2:30 a.m. So not fun.
The brightside of this is Jonathan's fever hasn't returned since the wee hours. For that, I am immeasurably thankful.
