Oh well, so much for a turning point. I took both boys to the doc yesterday and they tested positive for the flu. At this point my hope is that I don't get it, because someone has to take care of them. Mr Clean missed a week when he had the flu so he needs to be at work. So I am praying that it passes me by.
I have to say I would recommend Tamiflu. Neither boy has been as sick as I had anticipated. So I think the tamiflu really does a great job.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Turning point
The last two weeks have been very difficult. I have been stretched and pulled in more directions than I ever knew existed. My kids and Mr Clean have been sick. It started out with Pteradactyl boy getting an ear infection. Then Mr Clean was struck down with the flu. He spent an entire week, yes, seven full days, laying in the bed barely moving. And in the meantime the Banimal got an ear and sinus infection which set off his asthma so we got to do more antibiotics and breathing treatments.
I am exhausted. But I am also proud of myself. I managed to take care of everyone, well, in all fairness, Mr Clean took care of himself mostly. All he really needed was boxes of Kleenexes and occasional tylenol and water. But the kids are always high maintenance when they are sick. I also didn't let the house go to the degree I normally do when we are all sick.
Mr Clean being sick was a big handicap. He is my righthand man. He always helps with the kids in the evenings so that I can get things done. So I was amazed that I was able to do it all.
Mr Clean always goes to the doc with me when I take the kids so taking them to the doctor without him seemed like a daunting task. Especially since it was the Banimal that was sick. Even though he is the oldest, he is definately the more clingy of the two. So he always wants to be held. The problem is that the Pteradactyl boy can't walk yet so you have to hold him. While we were in the doc's office in the waiting room the Banimal spiked a fever and started puking. Luckily we made it to the bathroom. My situation along with the fact I hadn't slept in weeks almost brought me to a breaking point. But I came to my senses and realized that even though I really just wanted to cry more than anything, it wouldn't do anyone any good. So I sucked it up and handle things.
There are a couple of things that I have learned over the last couple of weeks. I am more capable than I ever imagined. But that I truly have to depend on God for my stregnth. Sunday I was falling apart at the seems, but I just told God (what He already knew) that I couldn't do this on my own that I needed His stregnth to sustain me. And sure enough I felt renewed. The other thing is that the life of a single mother must be very difficult and almost overwhelming at times. I have so much respect for single moms. This past week was a little glimpse into what things might be like for them. (Only I knew that in a few days Mr Clean would be back on his feet.)
Hopefully, today will be our turning point. Everyone seems to be getting better. Mr Clean is up around which makes things ten times easier. I am so ready for cold and flu season to be over and for warm weather to get here. I am tired of cold and snow and snotty noses and coughs. I want to think about the beach and warm breezes.
I am exhausted. But I am also proud of myself. I managed to take care of everyone, well, in all fairness, Mr Clean took care of himself mostly. All he really needed was boxes of Kleenexes and occasional tylenol and water. But the kids are always high maintenance when they are sick. I also didn't let the house go to the degree I normally do when we are all sick.
Mr Clean being sick was a big handicap. He is my righthand man. He always helps with the kids in the evenings so that I can get things done. So I was amazed that I was able to do it all.
Mr Clean always goes to the doc with me when I take the kids so taking them to the doctor without him seemed like a daunting task. Especially since it was the Banimal that was sick. Even though he is the oldest, he is definately the more clingy of the two. So he always wants to be held. The problem is that the Pteradactyl boy can't walk yet so you have to hold him. While we were in the doc's office in the waiting room the Banimal spiked a fever and started puking. Luckily we made it to the bathroom. My situation along with the fact I hadn't slept in weeks almost brought me to a breaking point. But I came to my senses and realized that even though I really just wanted to cry more than anything, it wouldn't do anyone any good. So I sucked it up and handle things.
There are a couple of things that I have learned over the last couple of weeks. I am more capable than I ever imagined. But that I truly have to depend on God for my stregnth. Sunday I was falling apart at the seems, but I just told God (what He already knew) that I couldn't do this on my own that I needed His stregnth to sustain me. And sure enough I felt renewed. The other thing is that the life of a single mother must be very difficult and almost overwhelming at times. I have so much respect for single moms. This past week was a little glimpse into what things might be like for them. (Only I knew that in a few days Mr Clean would be back on his feet.)
Hopefully, today will be our turning point. Everyone seems to be getting better. Mr Clean is up around which makes things ten times easier. I am so ready for cold and flu season to be over and for warm weather to get here. I am tired of cold and snow and snotty noses and coughs. I want to think about the beach and warm breezes.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Something to think about
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in a magnificient glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of a man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
--Jack London
--Jack London
Friday, February 03, 2006
Pediatrician sent a thank you note
Our pediatrician sent us a thank you note. They were able to purchase the rest of the building they were in and expand their office due, in part, to our generous donations...oh wait, I mean payments for office visits.
I think doctors are in a great position to create return business. When you take your kid to the office you have to sit for 30 mins to an hour in a waiting room swarming with coughing, hacking, snotty nosed kids just like yours. I am sure that if you weren't sick when you got there that you are when you leave.
I used to be a laid back mom when it came to germs. I didn't go crazy and make my son wash his hands constantly and I used to make fun of the mom's that would wipe the buggy down with the antibacterial wipes. But no more. I am joining them. I bought a purse sized box of wipes and three or four bottles of the waterless hand sanitizer. During our last doctor's visit, I think I made the Banimal wash his hands at least 4 times and forbid him to put his hands anywhere near his face until we left the building.
We will see if going over to the other side will help. Now I will be the mom that the other mom's are making fun of. oh well.
I think doctors are in a great position to create return business. When you take your kid to the office you have to sit for 30 mins to an hour in a waiting room swarming with coughing, hacking, snotty nosed kids just like yours. I am sure that if you weren't sick when you got there that you are when you leave.
I used to be a laid back mom when it came to germs. I didn't go crazy and make my son wash his hands constantly and I used to make fun of the mom's that would wipe the buggy down with the antibacterial wipes. But no more. I am joining them. I bought a purse sized box of wipes and three or four bottles of the waterless hand sanitizer. During our last doctor's visit, I think I made the Banimal wash his hands at least 4 times and forbid him to put his hands anywhere near his face until we left the building.
We will see if going over to the other side will help. Now I will be the mom that the other mom's are making fun of. oh well.
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