Sick Kids
Oh, how I love it when the kids are sick...We've had our share of illness and injury this last week or so to last us for a while.
First off, Geoffrey broke his collarbone while playing with a friend a week ago last Thursday. After the requisite trip to the ER, followed by x-rays and waiting for someone to look at them, Geoffrey left with a wimpy little sling and the assurance that it would heal up within a week or two. Of course, this being his first broken bone, Rick and I were a tad concerned that his shoulder blade seemed so out of alignment, so I called the doctor last Monday and managed to get squeezed in (remind me to rant later about the abominable people skills of the receptionist there) and our family doctor took a look at him and reassured us that his shoulder is doing exactly what it needs to in order to heal properly. Now if we could just get him to start using his arm again! I think the prospect of riding his bike again should do the trick.
As if that weren't bad enough, he came down with some kind of 24-hour bug this past Friday that basically sent him to bed for the day, waking up periodically for bathroom, Tylenol and drink breaks. During one, Rick went to get him some lemon-lime Gatorade and Geoffrey asked, "Daddy? Is that the stuff for light replacement? Well, he remembered it replaced something in the body, just not the whole name... He slept most of that day and fortunately, he felt fine on Saturday.
But now it's Emily's turn. She is currently asleep in my bed (after some early morning snuggles), doing the "zombie-sleep", mouth all gaping open, head thrown back on the pillow. Her temp last night was 103, so I'm just trying to keep it at a manageable level until she's feeling better. Even in her fever-induced fatigue, she has still managed to amaze me, though. Last night, she was sitting on her daddy's lap, drinking a Yop and I said to her, "Well, the good news is, you'll be feeling better tomorrow." She pondered that for a few seconds, turned to me and said, "What's the bad news?" I was not prepared for my 3 year old child to extrapolate that kind of concept, so I had no ready answer. So the preschooler sat there waiting patiently for an answer and I looked like a carp, trying to figure out what to say. Jakk had to pick his jaw up off the floor and Rick was highly amused by his daughter's intelligence. I finally managed to say, "The bad news is that you feel kind of crummy right now." She mulled that one over for a few minutes, then repeated it back to us.
So, this week has been interesting - between trying to get everything ready for the wedding and sick kids, I'm ready for a vacation!
First off, Geoffrey broke his collarbone while playing with a friend a week ago last Thursday. After the requisite trip to the ER, followed by x-rays and waiting for someone to look at them, Geoffrey left with a wimpy little sling and the assurance that it would heal up within a week or two. Of course, this being his first broken bone, Rick and I were a tad concerned that his shoulder blade seemed so out of alignment, so I called the doctor last Monday and managed to get squeezed in (remind me to rant later about the abominable people skills of the receptionist there) and our family doctor took a look at him and reassured us that his shoulder is doing exactly what it needs to in order to heal properly. Now if we could just get him to start using his arm again! I think the prospect of riding his bike again should do the trick.
As if that weren't bad enough, he came down with some kind of 24-hour bug this past Friday that basically sent him to bed for the day, waking up periodically for bathroom, Tylenol and drink breaks. During one, Rick went to get him some lemon-lime Gatorade and Geoffrey asked, "Daddy? Is that the stuff for light replacement? Well, he remembered it replaced something in the body, just not the whole name... He slept most of that day and fortunately, he felt fine on Saturday.
But now it's Emily's turn. She is currently asleep in my bed (after some early morning snuggles), doing the "zombie-sleep", mouth all gaping open, head thrown back on the pillow. Her temp last night was 103, so I'm just trying to keep it at a manageable level until she's feeling better. Even in her fever-induced fatigue, she has still managed to amaze me, though. Last night, she was sitting on her daddy's lap, drinking a Yop and I said to her, "Well, the good news is, you'll be feeling better tomorrow." She pondered that for a few seconds, turned to me and said, "What's the bad news?" I was not prepared for my 3 year old child to extrapolate that kind of concept, so I had no ready answer. So the preschooler sat there waiting patiently for an answer and I looked like a carp, trying to figure out what to say. Jakk had to pick his jaw up off the floor and Rick was highly amused by his daughter's intelligence. I finally managed to say, "The bad news is that you feel kind of crummy right now." She mulled that one over for a few minutes, then repeated it back to us.
So, this week has been interesting - between trying to get everything ready for the wedding and sick kids, I'm ready for a vacation!