Sick Days
Andrew has been home the last two days because of some weird... sickness? We thought it was just a general cold yesterday morning, he had a headache and a sore throat, and he fell asleep on the couch in the afternoon, and then in the evening his temperature spiked up to 102F. Today he stayed home because the schools have a 24-hour policy on fevers. He was fine all day, totally bouncy in the afternoon and bored out of his mind and talking about how he wanted to go to school tomorrow.
And then just as I'm putting him to bed, he turned all sad and sobby and his forehead was burning up, so I took his temp again.
102F. Again.
Argh.
I know it's not his fault, but I feel like every time I have actual, concrete, cannot-change-this-appointment plans, Andrew gets sick. When my parents visited last year, he contracted a stomach virus the day I was supposed to drive them to the airport in the next town over. The week before we flew to the LoL, and I was supposed to be running around Virginia getting Cleo's paperwork squared away, he contracted another stomach virus with a high fever.
This week, I had arranged with a local speech therapy office to evaluate Charlie, because once again, I have proven that I am incapable of teaching a toddler how to talk.
(I'm only partially being facetious. Well. It's true that Charlie doesn't talk. It's also true he's the second kid out of two under my care who clearly can't talk without exterior intervention.)
So on one hand, I feel terribly for Andrew, because being sick is no fun, and tomorrow he's going to miss a ton of fun stuff happening at school (dance! library! interaction with other kids!) as well as a soccer game afterwards, upon which a pizza party depends.
On the other hand... OMG CHILD WOULD YOU JUST FLIPPING BE BETTER SO I CAN NOT SCRAMBLE TO FIND SOMEONE TO WATCH YOU WHILE I TAKE YOUR BROTHER TO THIS APPOINTMENT????
*sigh*
At least tomorrow I have the nanny coming in the morning, so she can stay here with Andrew. As long as everything goes smoothly, Charlie and I can be back before she has to leave for her next job. Of course, the chances of things going smoothly are... slim? The real problem is that Charlie's appointment ends about ten minutes before prayer time, and I don't know what the policy is at the office if I have to make further appointments afterwards. Will their appointment staff help me so I can go? Or will they refuse because it's prayer time - which wouldn't surprise me, everything shuts down during prayer. It's actually the law here, you're not allowed to remain open. (Though many sit-down restaurants seems to disregard this rule - they'll continue serving people already inside, although they do lock the doors and refuse to let any new customers in.)
Or I just say "screw it" to the fever rule, and if Andrew's up for school in the morning, I'll send him. (And then run the risk of him petering out and the school wanting to send him home when the nanny's already left?)
(Why, child? Why must you pick the exact wrong week to get sick every single flipping time???? I love you but is this your super power? Because if so, you completely lost out in super power roulette.)
Andrew is just one of those kids who gets random high fevers - he always has, he probably always will. Luckily he doesn't get them super often anymore, but wow, they seem to be impossibly hard to shake, and resurrect themselves just when you're sure you're in the clear.
*sigh, again* It'll be fine. It'll work itself out, and everyone will get to where they need to be tomorrow. Except maybe Andrew.
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And then just as I'm putting him to bed, he turned all sad and sobby and his forehead was burning up, so I took his temp again.
102F. Again.
Argh.
I know it's not his fault, but I feel like every time I have actual, concrete, cannot-change-this-appointment plans, Andrew gets sick. When my parents visited last year, he contracted a stomach virus the day I was supposed to drive them to the airport in the next town over. The week before we flew to the LoL, and I was supposed to be running around Virginia getting Cleo's paperwork squared away, he contracted another stomach virus with a high fever.
This week, I had arranged with a local speech therapy office to evaluate Charlie, because once again, I have proven that I am incapable of teaching a toddler how to talk.
(I'm only partially being facetious. Well. It's true that Charlie doesn't talk. It's also true he's the second kid out of two under my care who clearly can't talk without exterior intervention.)
So on one hand, I feel terribly for Andrew, because being sick is no fun, and tomorrow he's going to miss a ton of fun stuff happening at school (dance! library! interaction with other kids!) as well as a soccer game afterwards, upon which a pizza party depends.
On the other hand... OMG CHILD WOULD YOU JUST FLIPPING BE BETTER SO I CAN NOT SCRAMBLE TO FIND SOMEONE TO WATCH YOU WHILE I TAKE YOUR BROTHER TO THIS APPOINTMENT????
*sigh*
At least tomorrow I have the nanny coming in the morning, so she can stay here with Andrew. As long as everything goes smoothly, Charlie and I can be back before she has to leave for her next job. Of course, the chances of things going smoothly are... slim? The real problem is that Charlie's appointment ends about ten minutes before prayer time, and I don't know what the policy is at the office if I have to make further appointments afterwards. Will their appointment staff help me so I can go? Or will they refuse because it's prayer time - which wouldn't surprise me, everything shuts down during prayer. It's actually the law here, you're not allowed to remain open. (Though many sit-down restaurants seems to disregard this rule - they'll continue serving people already inside, although they do lock the doors and refuse to let any new customers in.)
Or I just say "screw it" to the fever rule, and if Andrew's up for school in the morning, I'll send him. (And then run the risk of him petering out and the school wanting to send him home when the nanny's already left?)
(Why, child? Why must you pick the exact wrong week to get sick every single flipping time???? I love you but is this your super power? Because if so, you completely lost out in super power roulette.)
Andrew is just one of those kids who gets random high fevers - he always has, he probably always will. Luckily he doesn't get them super often anymore, but wow, they seem to be impossibly hard to shake, and resurrect themselves just when you're sure you're in the clear.
*sigh, again* It'll be fine. It'll work itself out, and everyone will get to where they need to be tomorrow. Except maybe Andrew.
Cross-posted from Dreamwidth. Comment in either location.