Wednesday, March 08, 2006

This Calls for the Pirate Yell: ARRRRGH!

My 8-year old son hasn't been to school since the nurse sent him home on Monday morning. He's hardly eaten a thing and looks noticeably thinner, but today, he perked up a bit. He laughed at cartoons and played his Nintendo DS and ate a little. I thought tomorrow he'd go back to school.

My 3-year old suddenly grew whiny this evening. She was playing Candyland with her daddy when she complained that her legs hurt. She quit the game and had her evening bath. When she came out of the bath, she was shivering and crying. My husband kept saying, "I think she's sick," and I didn't want to believe it, but by 7:00 p.m., she wanted to go to bed. She cried and said she was cold. She felt warm. I covered her up and turned off her light.

At 8:00 p.m., my son finished his bath and from our room, we heard him crying. I rushed to him and found him shivering. "I'm so cold!" he cried. I dried him off and dressed him in pajamas while he asked to go to the hospital. He described feeling weird and cold and pain in his muscles. I brought him medicine and covered him in four blankets. He looked up at me, his green eyes shining with tears and said, "Mom, if it gets any worse than this, I want an ambulance."

At 9:00 p.m., screams startled me. I hurried upstairs to find my daughter shrieking and burning hot. She'd had a bad dream (the t.v. was going up and down in her dream, how horrific!). I attempted to coerce her into swallowing one teaspoon of ibuprofen, which she promptly dribbled out of her wide-open-screaming mouth. At which point, I, Miss Florence Nightingale, hollered and scolded while she shook and cried.

Then I washed us off and carried her downstairs, where we tried again. This time, she cooperated, even though her hand trembled and tears ran down her face. We rocked for a while and then she told me she was tired and so I took her back to her room, where we rocked again. Then, to bed.

I have now been sitting anxiously, wondering if I hear a child crying somewhere. I telephoned the mother of the baby I watch to let her know we seem to have the flu. They've already been exposed, all three of the kids I watch, so I'm not sure what to do now but carry on.

Arrrrrgh! That's my hearty pirate yell, which I reserve for situations such as this which leave me with nothing to do but yell. My grandmother's 100th birthday is Friday. We're supposed to attend a huge family dinner (a reunion, really)in her honor that night. Clearly, we can't go if we are contagious with the flu, because it simply wouldn't do to have anyone ask: "And what did you give your grandmother upon the occasion of her one hundredth birthday?" because then, I'd have to say, "The flu," and how rude would that be?


Blogger Maryanne said...

Mel, my prayers are with you and your family, that this will pass through lightning quick,and everyone will be on their feet and totally healthy for your grandmother's celebration. Miracles happen, right? :)

11:30 PM  
Blogger red fish said...

Here's my sympathetic Arrrrgh! What a bummer!

4:06 AM  
Blogger weorwe said...

So sorry to hear about the sickness. I suppose it's better to have them both sick at once...

5:18 AM  
Blogger Debra said...

Oh my... prayers are coming to you from here. Arghhh indeed...I remember my daughter had an incredible knack of getting sick right before big holidays and special parties and once-in-a-lifetime events, so I hear you.... Again, prayers said for quick recoveries all around... God bless... Debra

6:30 AM  
Anonymous Stacy said...

A house full of sick kids.....AAAARRRRGGHHH, indeed!

Seriously, hope everyone is soon feeling better so you can celebrate Grandma's birthday with her.

6:57 AM  
Blogger portuguesa nova said...

You're scaring me, Mel.

This has to be coming to an end soon. It HAS TO.

If not, I think you should just pack up your husband and kids and move to a new house.

7:20 AM  
Blogger Gina said...

Hearty pirate yells are one of my favorite things to do.

Except when there is a flu epidemic in my house, and then I just wave my white flag and prepare to be boarded.

9:46 AM  
Blogger Lauren said...

I sure hope your family is feeling better. I'll be praying that everyone is fit as a fiddle by tomorrow. What exactly does "fit as a fiddle" mean anyway?

8:21 PM  

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