Mandyland has been sick since last year.
Sorry. You know I to do it.
It all started the week before Christmas. I was up until the wee hours coughing up my lungs. Thankfully, sleep and the magic of Robitussin had me feeling better in less than 24 hours.
So when Joseph started coughing just before Christmas, I didn't think it was too much to be concerned about.
But when it got worse the week after Christmas, no matter what I tried, I started to frown.
And when he developed little purple spots around his eyes, I went into full scale panic mode. I called his doctor who told me he wasn't getting enough air when he coughed. She told me to keep an eye on him and take him to he ER if he coughed continuously for more than 15 minutes every half hour.
Which I interpreted as: sit up until I fell asleep leaning against his bed, stop watch in hand.
I took him to the doctor the next morning to get the not-so-reassuring news Allergies were back and they'd decided to bring their BFF Asthma with them.
The poor kid is now on two inhalers, a nose spray, a topical cream - for his eczema outbreak, a liquid allergy medication, and an antibiotic.
But he's feeling much better.
Just in time for Elizabeth to get a double ear infection.
Because that's how we roll.
Whereas Joseph is cooperative when he's sick, Elizabeth is a holy terror. If CPS had peeked in my windows last night, they would have taken her away from me. I had her pinned down with my legs and one arm while I tried to pry open her mouth to give her an antibiotic. She bit my fingers and spit it out at me.
Even though it was bubblegum flavored.
She head butted, kicked, screamed, cried, and gave me a black eye. And when I tried to put the numbing ear drops in her ears? You'd think I was pouring acid in them.
The whole time, Joseph sat next to me. "Mama? Would you please read me this story? I'm so excited to see what happens next."
"Just a minute, baby," I replied while Elizabeth grabbed my hair and pulled while I tried to give her Tylenol.
"Mama? Do you like the blue ninja or the red one?"
"Joseph, my love, Mama can't really chat right now," I dodged Elizabeth's kicking foot. "She's trying to help your sister."
"Poor Elizabeth," he said, leaning down to give his sister a hug. "She's si--OW!! She hit me. Hard." He started crying.
I put my arm around him while we watched his sister bruise her hands and feet pounding them on the floor, remembering with fondness the days when I could look at Chad and say, "I give up. You try."
She did eventually calm down and fall asleep.
And she did eventually take her medicine.
5 comments:
Poor Mandy. Poor Mandy's babies. :(
One day they'll understand. That's the hope, so it will be the truth.
You're a good momma for doing what needs to be done to make your little ones feel better.
If CPS is smart, they back away slowly. Nobody wants that but a Mama. She really blacked your eye? Take pictures. Haunt her about it when she's a crabby teen and she's mad you've grounded her.
Hope you all feel better, love.
silly, silly, head-strong Elizabeth!
no worries MOMMA... she'll forget this episode in a nano-second! in fact, she may try pulling the same "action" again.
Oh, dear god, that sounds truly horrendous. I mean, the boy issues sounded enough, but, well, something tells me that my daughter is going to try the same tomfoolery when she hits the magical age of three. I'm going to work on growing another arm so that I can hold each of hers and still give her medicine.
But to keep her from spitting it out? No idea. With the boy, "the look" works. Leila finds "the look" funny. Obviously, I'm screwed.
I do hope you guys are feeling better now that it's taken me so long to comment! :) Hang in there, you are amazing. I read all of your posts but never comment so I apologize, but I LOVE your writing and you have a wonderful heart. Your babies are SO lucky!!!
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