We had a great weekend hosting Jon's aunt, uncle and two cousins who had come up from Virginia for a swim meet. Although they spent a lot of time at the meets, we did get to keep Cousin Lizzie with us for the day Saturday and she did an excellent job of entertaining the kids! We said goodbye before church on Sunday and then settled in to a quiet day at home, watching the Super Bowl by ourselves.
Jon decided to take Monday off since he had some use-it-or-lose-it vacation time and wanted to enjoy the football game without worrying about work the next day. He had a very productive day finishing our taxes and booking our anniversary trip. We decided to celebrate by going out to dinner. Hubby had been craving a Bloomin' Onion and when we saw online that you only had to go to Outback and say "Super Bloom" to get one for free, well that settled it.
We had just sat down to our drinks and Onion when Jude started shivering and shaking so hard he could barely sit in his seat. His lips were blue (which sadly isn't entirely uncommon for Jude), so we covered him with our coats and he laid on the seat next to Daddy while Julia helped finish his dinner. He seemed worse by the time we got home and kept saying his "boo boos" hurt, but when you asked him to point to his "boo boos" he didn't seem quite sure. One minute it was his tummy, the next his throat, his ribs. One thing was certain, the poor kid was burning up.
Occasionally, there are times when I wish I had went to nursing school. Times like Monday night, when I was cradling my feverish middle-child with one hand and scrolling through WebMD with the other. I don't know anything about sickness, and I never realize my weakness more than when one of my kids comes down with something other than runny noses and coughs. And there's something about it happening to one of my babies too, that makes everything seem so much worse. When I end up with a fever and aches in various locations throughout my body (as I did later in the week), I assume it's a very bad cold. But when it happened to Jude, I thought for certain he had appendicitis. Or that he was going to stop breathing. So I held him for a full 30 minutes, never taking my eyes off the rise and fall of his chest, until he fell asleep in my arms and I realized - this probably isn't as bad as Google is making it out to be.
Since Jude was already comfortably settled in our bed, Jon volunteered to sleep in the guest room that night (smart man). Meanwhile I spent the evening with a feverish, occasionally-delirious, little boy who would randomly spout off pieces of conversation in the night about my boots, Uncle Bob, the light, sleeping in Mommy's bed ... But the most interesting part of our slumber party was Jude's sleeping habits, particularly how he liked to sleep in an L shape, in which he planted his toes directly onto my legs, and then rubbed them up and down, up and down to the point where I dreamed I was a tree in the forest and there was a buck rubbing its antlers on my branches. This went on the rest of the night, I'd wake up to Jude's buck-rub, graciously remove his toes and return him to a vertical sleeping position, only to be woken up again by the same thing an hour later.
By 6am his fever had broke and he was back to his 60-questions-a-minute self. But by mid-morning he was complaining about his "boo boos" again and was soon resting on the couch under a blanket. He seems to have completely recovered since Tuesday, but it's hard to tell because now, whenever Jude feels like he's not getting enough attention he'll frown, look at me with those big, blue eyes and say "I shakin' Mama, I shakin'. I need to rest on the couch with a blanky."
Oh Jude, our sensitive little guy. It's no surprise he was the gateway for this sickness. Or maybe it is. I thought for sure, which Jack starting preschool last month, we'd be running the gamut of germs. Surprisingly, Jack made out much better than the rest of us. There were only two instances where he yelled out "Barfs! There's barfs in my tummy!" before running to the bathroom to throw-up. Other than that and an entire day of laying on the couch watching TV he seems to be doing quite well. Not that I've paid much attention, I'll admit. Because although I woke up with a slight cough and some chest congestion on Wednesday morning, it wasn't until after we got home from MOPS that I suddenly started to feel "off."
I decided a nice, warm bath was in order. Unfortunately, Julia had fallen asleep in the car and was up from her nap much earlier than usual. She must have shared my sentiments because soon she was tugging on her clothes begging to get in with me. And so I let her. And between that and all the kisses I give her, or maybe that she is constantly drinking out of my water bottle when I'm not looking. Or maybe that she just never wants to leave my side ... well, Girlfriend didn't fare so well herself this week either. By 3pm that day my head was pounding and I ached all over. I gave Jon the "call" the "I know you're probably busy doing important things at work but if by chance you're not and could come home a little early please do!!" call. I managed to put a frozen pizza in the oven and curl up under some blankets on the couch. By the time he came home (at 5:30pm) I was shivering from a fever, barely able to stay awake, and unwilling entertaining three small children who were climbing all over me on the couch.
I've never had the flu (that I can remember) and I've never been feverishly ill while pregnant before so I called the midwife to see if she had any suggestions. She told me to drink lots of fluids, take Tylenol to keep the fever down, get to bed and stay away from the kids. Check, check, check and ... uh, how exactly do you stay away from your kids?
Particularly when the youngest one wakes up coughing and wheezing at 2am with a fever of her own. I figured all was lost at that point anyway, Lia and I were in this together. So I tucked her in bed with me and we shared a pillows, tissues and water bottles the rest of the night. Thankfully, Jon was able to work from home the next day. I'm not sure how I would have made it through otherwise. My fever still hadn't broken, my joints ached so bad it hurt to walk and just about every breath I took sent me in to a fit of coughing. I spent the day in bed, except for the one time I took a bath and the one time I took a shower. Jon had a chiropractor appointment later that afternoon so after he left I moved to the couch and tried to be a proper mother to my children but honestly I don't remember much of what went on that evening.
|Jack doesn't let me take his picture any more, so I snuck this one in by using the mirror. ;)|
|Picture me under that blanket ... yeah.|
Julia spent another feverish night with us, this time much worse. When she wasn't insisting on sleeping with her spine directly aligned with my rib cage, she wanted to be held - semi-upright, with me sitting up, which meant my neck was completely crooked, which meant that when I did wake up (after not really sleeping anyway) I could hardly turn my head. The good news is I had a break in my fever, and between the Tylenol and lots of make-up, I was able to pull together a somewhat healthy appearance so that I could do the unthinkable - make my neurologist appointment. I know, I know, it was terrible of me. Here I am, not only a walking Petri dish of flu bugs, but I also just so happened to have a (nearly clear) case of ringworm right on the wrist that needed testing. I'm not normally so selfish and thoughtless. Nor am I typically willing to wake up at 5:45am to make a 7am doctor's appointment in the middle of the flu, but you have to understand I have been attempting to get relief from my carpal tunnel for 6 months now. And I've spent 3 of those months trying to get in to see this particular neurologist. I knew if I canceled this week, it would be at least another 5-6 weeks before I could get in again. And so I rallied ... and tried not to breathe on anyone.
|Nurse Lia, if only I had a picture of her attempting to spoon feed me cereal in bed.|
|Movies in bed.|
|This is what happens when Mom is out of commission - Jack says it's his marshmallow making machine.|
Oh, and the fact that I'm currently failing my kids as a Mama. I mean, there is laundry to be folded, sheets to be washed, toothbrushes to be disinfected and groceries that need to be fetched. Oh, and baby wipes. We've been out of baby wipes for 3 days now. (More kuddos to my husband for managing diaper changes!) And more than anything I just want to turn off the TV and play with my kids, get them outside. I want to eat a decent meal, not something pulled from the freezer or picked up on the way home. And Valentine's Day. That's next week right? I haven't even begun to think about what we're doing for that! I'm so ready to get back on track.
|These poor children need a mama!|