Sick Week
WARNING: This Post is GROSS
Since May 13th there has been much sickness in the Thteed household. It is slowly petering out but is certainly taking it's time.
It all started at 5 am on May 13th with the Big O puking all over the floor on my side of the bed.
Joy.
I felt sorry for him but figured he would just puke once. I was oh so very very wrong. He spent all day Saturday puking everywhere. Yuck.
Theric was sick with a cold on Saturday too. I was the only healthy one. That means I took care of everyone. I suppose this was my chance to prove my worth for Mother's Day.
The Big O seemed fine on Sunday. So we all headed off for Church. Theric was also feeling much better. I was, well, exhausted but glad to be at church and see the excellent Mother's Day Sacrament program. Side note: hearing the Primary children sing made me all weepy and I realized that I can't wait till Big O is old enough to go up with the Primary and sing Mother I Love You , or I Often Go Walking to me on Mother's Day.
We returned home and The Big O started up again with the puking. Then Theric started up with it at 3 am. Once again I was spared. Thank heavens.
On Monday the puking stopped but we all had other reasons for rushing to the loo.
By Tuesday Theric was fine, I was done rushing to the loo but felt a sinus infection coming on, and poor O was having all his insides turned into yellow liquid and needing a new diaper every twenty minutes. It was truly horrible.
So, the reasons for so few posts--I have spent the last week cleaning up various excrements from a two-year-old, all while trying to fend off a cold. I am exhausted.
The cold thing finally knocked me down on Sunday May 21. I spent a very long time in bed sleeping, while healthy Theric and O attended church. I am still not all of the way better, but I am getting closer. And it now appears that the Big O is getting a cold. Will the sickness EVER end?!
On a happy note, Theric got me the two books I was missing from the Griffin & Sabine series for Mother's Day. I now have the complete set and am looking forward to reading them all in sequence. I would definitely say that I worked hard for these books, thank you Theric.
In conclusion to this rather long, gross and somewhat pointless post I will make one point:
sometimes being the Mom is not only hard work but also really gross.
sung to the tune of I Often Go Walking:
I of-ten go stepp-ing in pu-ddles of poo-oh,
And I won-der ho-ow much more he can do.
I clean up the pu-ddles the whole apartment o-ver
Dear ba-by such pu-ddles remind me of you.
Since May 13th there has been much sickness in the Thteed household. It is slowly petering out but is certainly taking it's time.
It all started at 5 am on May 13th with the Big O puking all over the floor on my side of the bed.
Joy.
I felt sorry for him but figured he would just puke once. I was oh so very very wrong. He spent all day Saturday puking everywhere. Yuck.
Theric was sick with a cold on Saturday too. I was the only healthy one. That means I took care of everyone. I suppose this was my chance to prove my worth for Mother's Day.
The Big O seemed fine on Sunday. So we all headed off for Church. Theric was also feeling much better. I was, well, exhausted but glad to be at church and see the excellent Mother's Day Sacrament program. Side note: hearing the Primary children sing made me all weepy and I realized that I can't wait till Big O is old enough to go up with the Primary and sing Mother I Love You , or I Often Go Walking to me on Mother's Day.
We returned home and The Big O started up again with the puking. Then Theric started up with it at 3 am. Once again I was spared. Thank heavens.
On Monday the puking stopped but we all had other reasons for rushing to the loo.
By Tuesday Theric was fine, I was done rushing to the loo but felt a sinus infection coming on, and poor O was having all his insides turned into yellow liquid and needing a new diaper every twenty minutes. It was truly horrible.
So, the reasons for so few posts--I have spent the last week cleaning up various excrements from a two-year-old, all while trying to fend off a cold. I am exhausted.
The cold thing finally knocked me down on Sunday May 21. I spent a very long time in bed sleeping, while healthy Theric and O attended church. I am still not all of the way better, but I am getting closer. And it now appears that the Big O is getting a cold. Will the sickness EVER end?!
On a happy note, Theric got me the two books I was missing from the Griffin & Sabine series for Mother's Day. I now have the complete set and am looking forward to reading them all in sequence. I would definitely say that I worked hard for these books, thank you Theric.
In conclusion to this rather long, gross and somewhat pointless post I will make one point:
sometimes being the Mom is not only hard work but also really gross.
sung to the tune of I Often Go Walking:
I of-ten go stepp-ing in pu-ddles of poo-oh,
And I won-der ho-ow much more he can do.
I clean up the pu-ddles the whole apartment o-ver
Dear ba-by such pu-ddles remind me of you.
posted by Lady Steed at 10:22 PM
10 Comments:
You poor, poor dear. The glamorous life of a mother. There's never enough thanks for the dirty jobs, are there? So here you go:
You are beautiful and dutiful oh mother of the puker.
You are kind to wipe the hind oh mother of the pooper.
Though he's messed and you're stressed, oh mother who's so tired, you're the best and they're blessed to have a mother just like you.
(Cheesey, I know, but it is late. It's the best praise and adulation I could come up with at the moment.)
Wow. THAT was a good story. Good and gross. And it made me not so sad that last year was my final chance to see a child of mine go up and sing during the Mother's Day deal. Firstly, because I don't have to change diapers or clean up puke ever again. Secondly, because I could never see Lola anyway, since someone always, always, ALWAYS, for nine stinking years, stood directly in front of her, blocking my view of her angelic face.
I hope you all feel much better soon!
There's nothing worse than a small child with diarrhea/vomiting because they can't control what they're doing at all. Sophie luckily (knocking on wood) hasn't had stomach flu for a while, but every time she does it manages to be in the middle of the night and all over her hair and crib... Yuck--I'm glad you're all starting to feel better now. We haven't been sick for a while, and I'm starting to get scared that we'll suddenly all fall ill the week I have the baby. Oh the horror!
If you like Griffin & Sabine, you should read The Artful Dodger, also by Nick Bantock. It's a memoir, of sorts, and he talks a bit about writing G & S, (although he doesn't "explain" the books, as such).
I bow to your mothering abilities. oh the joy!
I also have some very strange illness which I seem to not be able to conquer as of yet, luckily there is no puking involved.
silly- thank you for your wonderful poem, it made me grin :)
daltongirl-NINE years?! How horrible. As a tall person I always tried to make sure that I was standing in the back, so as not to block any short people. I am sorry that the children in Lola's Primary classes were not so considerate.
foxy-Fortunately I got the Big O trained by the third vomiting attack to do it in a bowl. After that he always ran for his bowl before letting the vomit out of his mouth, or at least he tried really hard. I think there were only about four vomits that made it to the floor, all the rest landed safely in the bowl. I was rather proud.
Oh, and here's to hoping you all remain healthy throughout the summer;)
katya-thanks for the recommendation.
wawa-hope you are feeling better soon.
blech, blech, blech. You are a saint.
*pounds snooze button on biological clock*
I am ever in awe of the people who do this parenting thing and live to tell the tale.
Miss hass and Mel
Sometimes I am more in awe of people who do what I did for people they are not even related to.
Yeah, you get the mom award. I am still skeptical of my maternal instincts in those nasty situations. Hope you're feeling better.
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