I’m exhausted.
Munchie has been down for a week with the Daniel virus. Fever of 103+, vomitting, stuffed nose, and no appetite. Every day I chant to myself, “tomorrow will be better” as I attempt to hold down my screaming, flailing child and stuff medicine down her throat. And each day, no improvement. So it was no surprise really, when she woke every 45 minutes last night to wail out a pitiful ……
“Moooooooommmmmmmy……noooooose…..boooooogers.”
Of course, there’s nothing I can do except lie there in bed hoping she’ll fall back asleep which she does only to wake again with the same complaint. Kevin managed to sleep through the softer cries. Maybe it’s because she’s calling for “mommy” that I can’t tune it out. Anyway, this morning both Leina and I were a total and complete wreck. But the good news is that her fever is gone! Yes, that’s right, she appears to have finally turned the corner. I’m so relieved I could cry. She’s asleep now and I’m about to follow suit.
These baby germs, I tell you, are deadly.
Chrissie, I am praying you don’t get it. Dan, Sammy and I all have caught it while Daniel is running around happy and healthy. So far Sammy only has the fever so I am keeping my finger crossed. Try and rest (like that’s possible with a sick kid and no drugs available to you).
You’re telling me. TuTu got it the day after we got back. I thought my flu shot had saved me, but Sunday my body started to ache, and I had a 102 fever. I spent Monday and Tuesday on the couch ingesting orange and green wennies. My TV died on Sat., so I was in big trouble. I watched every DVD in the house on the computer. I also read “Shipping News”, Chrissie. That was really up lifting (hah). So here I am back at work at lunch time on Wed. I’ll see how much longer I can last this afternoon. This is my punishment for thinking little D was faking it.