Unfortunately, T did not escape the virus unscathed. His go-round with this lovely germ started Friday night. Luckily, with the meds from my ER visit on Tuesday, we were able to get in a pre-emptive strike that seemed to decrease the severity of it for him. He said he feels like he’s turned the corner on it and is just really weak.
Hopefully, we are done with this.
Hopefully….
The stomach bug that The Bean had last week returned with a vengeance to our house this week. I started vomitting about 3am on Tuesday morning and could not stop. T ended up taking me to the emergency room once he got The Bean off to daycare.
The nurse practitioner there said that this virus going around has been light with the kids who get it, but is knocking adults flat. Yeah, I can agree with that. After some IV fluids and nausea meds, T was able to take me home where I promptly spent 30 of the next 36 hours asleep. I’m slowly getting better, but still weak and dizzy.
The nurse practitioner also said that for some reason, people who have this virus are coming back in with appedicitis shortly thereafter. I was given strick instructions to show back up if I start having right flank pain.
We’re praying that T doesn’t catch this. He’s been using the other bathroom and sleeping in the living room. So far, he seems to be avoiding it. I’d appreciate prayers for healing and for protection for T from this bug. It’s a doozy.
After The Bean finally went to sleep last night amidst the thuderstorm, I was hoping she’d get some good rest.
It was not to be.
The looming vomitting commenced about 3:30 this morning followed by a second round about 4:15.
This morning, she is still running fever but has not vomited anymore. Currently, she’s watching Nick Jr. and drinking some diluted white grape juice. She’s doing well at taking in fluids but has only eaten a handful of chex cereal. That’s okay since the fluids are probably more important at this point. Her appetite will return when she feels better.
I’ll head to work this evening when T gets home, and he’ll stay home with her tomorrow while I put in a long day. Between tonight’s hours and the long day I’m planning to put in tomorrow, I should still get all my hours in at work. Most of the time, I get more accomplished in the evenings at work anyway since people don’t expect me to be there, and the phone is not ringing constantly.
Hopefully, the vomitting is over, and the fever will be gone soon. Keep her in your prayers!
I am working on getting back into my posting routine and had planned to do a Works For Me Wednesday post today. However, The Bean was exceptionally clingy when I picked her up from daycare today and started running fever shortly after we made it home. She’s been complaining of her tummy hurting and saying she has to “spit up” but hasn’t yet vomited. I’ve spent most of the night attempting to comfort her. T and I swapped out sitting with her tonight until she fell asleep which finally occurred less than an hour ago.
Due to this lovely development, my currently fuzzy brain is not quite up to putting together my planned post. I had not yet had the chance to type it ahead of time this week. So instead of a Works For Me Wednesday post, you lovely people get treated to my rambling on about The Bean needing to vomit.
I’m sure you’re thrilled.
Hopefully, she’ll be feeling better in the morning. If you want, you can still head over to view this week’s Works For Me Wednesday Mr. Linky and revel in all the great ideas out there.
M has had two days with no accidents. She is doing great! So great in fact, that she’s moving up to the next room at daycare, which is an “official” pre-school room. The class she’s been in reviews colors, shapes, letter, and numbers, and does activities to re-enforce the things they learn. But her new room has a more structured, focused curriculum.
I even have to get her uniforms now. I just hope I can find them in her size. Anyone know where to find 24 month or 2T size polo style shirts and adjustable waist khakis?
The Bean is growing up! Next, she’ll probably be vaulting out of her crib.
I have high hopes that today will be the day M goes completely accident free in our quest for potty competency. She’s consistently been having 1 accident a day for the past 4 days or so, but I think we may be on the cusp. I’ll keep you posted.
She has had 2 out of 3 days at daycare with no accidents and is now the proud owner of some bouncy balls with sparkly blue stars in them and some swishy blue pom poms. Her latest obssession is running around with the pom poms waving wildly in the air yelling “Yay!” I have no idea where she learned that from. It’s definitely not from her watching me dance around waving my arms wildly yelling “Yay” when she pees in the potty for the past week. Nope, I’m sure she picked that up from one of her buddies at school.
I’m currenly battling the plague again. I have absolutely no voice…none. Corralling a two-year-old is oh so easy with no voice. Two-year-olds pay such good attention when you do have a voice that having no voice is even more of a breeze. I’m just glad she’s typically a well-behaved two-year-old.
I calculate that it will be approximately another 12.6 hours before I cough up the last bit of lung tissue. Not to worry though. I’ll have flooded my system with clear fluids long before that. M and I will both be running for the potty all day long.
Sigh. I just have to make it until T comes home from work this evening. Then I can officially go into hibernation mode for the next 36 hours. Praise God for a wonderful husband.
Hi there!
Surprised to see me?! It has been a while hasn’t it?.
I’m knocking on wood as I tell you that it seems we may all finally be nearly well again at our house. If you don’t hear from me again for two weeks, just assume that the bug that has been floating around our house read that last statement and gathered itself to hit us with one more round of the most miserable cold/respiratory infection known to man.
Incredibly however, M has not been sick since Thanksgiving. It’s been T and I who have borne the brunt of this unforgiving germ that has spread itself over the city like a plague.
Quite possibly, we would have recovered much more quickly if we had actually not been determined to drag ourselves to work for the past two, congested, sniffly, coughing weeks. I finally succumbed and went to the doctor this past Thursday and stayed home Friday as well.
With the help of some antibiotics, I have most of my voice back, am well enough to not keep an inhaler with me every second of the day, and actually had the energy to go some chores yesterday. Although, M is still dissappointed that I’m not up to chasing her around while holding the sheep from her Nativity set and baaing at her. Apparently, this is a highly entertaining activity when you’re two. We’ll just have to wait for my lungs to have a little more recovery time before I’m up for chasing and baaing.
Probaaaaaaaabaaaaaaably won’t be too long though.
I’m just asking everyone I can to pray for my sweet M. She is so sick right now. She has not been able to shake the fever or vomiting. Whatever this virus is has hit her hard respiratory-wise. Her asthma has flared up badly, and she’s bordering on not taking in enough fluids to stay hydrated. We’re not even attempting food at this point. If the fever doesn’t abate by tomorrow night, we’ll be back at the pediatrician’s on Wednesday. T and I are taking turns being home from work with her and are doing breathing treatments every 4 hours in addition to her regular asthma meds.
We so covet your prayers right now. Please pray that her breathing improves, her fever breaks, and she drinks enough to keep from getting dehydrated. Pray for T and I also. We have never seen her this sick and are pretty stressed. Honestly, I haven’t felt this worried about her since I broke down in the NICU the first week after she was born. I had a tough time staying focused today at work while T took her to the doctor since it was his day off. I hope I do better tomorrow. T will go to work on Wednesday while I stay home with her and take her to the pediatrician if needed. We’ll both be home Thursday, and I had already planned to be off on Friday.
Thanks in advance for your prayers for her. I know they make a difference.
Let me begin by saying that M is doing MUCH better. She’s still coughing and a bit congested, but MUCH better. Thanks for all the prayers I know have been prayed for her health.
Anyone who spends much time with M almost inevitably says to us at some point that they can’t believe what a happy, laid-back, easy child she is. Having spent a number of years in the child care industry, both formally and informally, I’ve taken care of enough children to know that we are EXTRORDINARILY blessed in M’s disposition. In high school, I babysat for a trio of siblings which included a 4 year old boy who was a terror. He once hit his mother in her stomach (while she was pregnant with his brother) and received nary a reprimand. It was something. On a bad day, M’s whining and fussiness is nothing compared to many of the other toddlers I’ve been around.
Since Friday, M has been on some steroids to help with her breathe better while she fights off this bronchitis. If you’ve ever been on steroids, you know they have some nifty little side-effects such as increased appetite or (ahem) mood fluctuations. I was praying the steroids would boost M’s appetite since she’s been eating next to nothing for a week now, but no such luck. Instead, I think we got the lovely mood swings. All the sudden, I have a fussy, whining toddler who cries at the drop of a hat.
Sigh.
I have so little to complain about when it comes to M. She has been an amazing blessing from the moment of her dramatic birth. But I will be so glad when she gets her last dose of these steroids on Wednesday, and they start to work themselves out of her system.
It won’t be too soon for me.
We have had quite the medical adventure today. When I say “adventure,” I don’t mean the “we’re about to set off on a wonderful vacation to someplace new” kind of adventure. I mean the “oh my goodness…when is it going to end…I don’t think I can take much more” kind of adventure.
At best, M has a REALLY bad bronchitis. At worst, she’s in the early stages of pneumonia. We got a finger stick at the pediatrician’s office to check her white blood count, which came back really high, followed by a breathing treatment which hyped up my already hyped up-because-I-didn’t-sleep-last-night-and-this-is-my-last-ditch-effort-to-stay-awake toddler.
Then, we had to head over to the out-patient imaging department to get a chest x-ray to rule out pneumonia with instructions to come back to the doctor’s office after that. The only problem with this was that the office was closed for lunch by the time M was x-rayed, so we headed across the street for some lunch at Chick-fil-a. M ate approximately one bite of a strawberry and one bite of grape from her fruit cup and spent the rest of the time holding a waffle fry but refusing to eat it or the bite of chicken nugget I kept trying to offer. I also should mention the couple of swallows of apple juice that she did ingest since that was more than she took in of anything else.
We headed back to the pediatrician’s office just as they re-opened and about an hour past the time M is normally napping and shuffled back to an exam room where, unbeknownest to me at the time, we’d be spending the next two hours.
We got some steriods, the report back on the x-ray (maybe just bronchitis, maybe early pneumonia), a lovely injection of rocephin, another breathing treatment, more tylenol since her fever had returned, a nebulizer machine and some albuterol for home. M did doze for a little bit during her breathing treatment and then fussily laid across my shoulder for the rest of the time we were there after she woke up crying.
When we finally were able to head out, we swung by the pharmacy drive through to pick up the inhalers T had dropped off to be re-filled on his way to work this morning and drop off M’s prescriptions for her steoids and antibiotics which T will pick up on his way home from work. They’re supposed to mail us more albuterol for her breathing treatments which will probably arrive on Monday.
I think we finally made it home about 4pm at which point, I immediately put Charlie and Lola on the TV and ran for the bathroom after finally noticing my bladder trying to remind me that I hadn’t paid it any attention during the past 7 hours. M and I both are feeling MUCH better now that we’re home.
We have our weekend all plotted out for us. We have instructions to continue the breathing treatments every 4 hours for at least the next 3 days after which we can switch to inhalers during the day if she seems to be better. She also will get a round of antibiotics and steriods. If she gets worse, we’ll probably end up in the ER this weekend. The pediatrician said that we’re throwing everything at this we can at home, so if it doesn’t work, the ER is the next stop. Luckily, she is the one on call this weekend, so if we have to call the answering service, she’s the doctor we’ll get.
We’ll see how it goes.
