Allie caught a cold/cough a couple of days ago. She gave it to me. One of us gave it to Lexi. Lexi doesn't sleep well when she's sick. So, neither do I, even though I'd like to. Allie sleeps like the baby she is, whether she's sick or not. Elian isn't sick. And he would've slept like a baby if he had slept downstairs on the couch, away from the rest of us, like he's been doing for the past year. But he made the mistake of trying to sleep upstairs last night. I'm betting he doesn't do that again until the girls move out.
So, why is it that the little baby who brought all the sickness into the house is the only one who slept well?
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
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2.27.2010
6.25.2009
Buttload
One of the perks of having small children is they love you unconditionally, and they aren't afraid to show it. Whenever the mood strikes Lexi, she'll say, "I love you, Mommy," and lay a fat, slobbery kiss right on my lips, or cheek, or hair, or feet - wherever she wants to.
One of the anti-perks of having small children is they give you EVERY illness they EVER get (unless, of course, you are immune to it). Lexi has had a cold for a couple of days, yesterday being the worst day so far. Instead of clinging to a blanket or baby doll for comfort, she chose me as her security object. She wanted me to sleep with her, which really means she wants me to lay nose to snot nose with her until she falls asleep. She even wraps her little arm around my neck so I can't slip away undetected. She clutches me close, breathing germy breath all over my mucus membranes, just to ensure that I WILL catch her cold.
After we got up from our restless nap, she was feeling particularly blah. She decided the best way to remedy this was to crawl across the couch, kiss me on the face, and crawl back to the other side of the couch. 4,000 times.
So it was no surprise when I started swallowing buttloads of snot last night. (By the way, I think the word buttload should be brought back. Would you like to join the revolution with me and start using it whenever possible? Together, we can make it happen!)
Still, I'll take the endless displays of affection from my sweet little girl, even when she's sick, any day.
One of the anti-perks of having small children is they give you EVERY illness they EVER get (unless, of course, you are immune to it). Lexi has had a cold for a couple of days, yesterday being the worst day so far. Instead of clinging to a blanket or baby doll for comfort, she chose me as her security object. She wanted me to sleep with her, which really means she wants me to lay nose to snot nose with her until she falls asleep. She even wraps her little arm around my neck so I can't slip away undetected. She clutches me close, breathing germy breath all over my mucus membranes, just to ensure that I WILL catch her cold.
After we got up from our restless nap, she was feeling particularly blah. She decided the best way to remedy this was to crawl across the couch, kiss me on the face, and crawl back to the other side of the couch. 4,000 times.
So it was no surprise when I started swallowing buttloads of snot last night. (By the way, I think the word buttload should be brought back. Would you like to join the revolution with me and start using it whenever possible? Together, we can make it happen!)
Still, I'll take the endless displays of affection from my sweet little girl, even when she's sick, any day.
11.14.2008
Sickness, Sickness Everywhere
I think everyone I know has been sick in the past month. Either I don't know very many people, or there is a lot going around - you be the judge.
Lexi has had a runny nose and chest congestion/cough for a month. During week 3, she also had diarrhea for 5 days. During week 4, everything got better except her congestion, which caused her to cough a lot in the mornings. Then this week happened.
On Tuesday night I thought she felt warm. Her temperature registered 100.8, so barely a fever. By Wednesday morning her nose was running again and her temperature was 102.8. Because this fever was following a month of illness, I decided to call the doctor. The nurse thought I should have Lexi seen.
So Wednesday the doctor examined her. By the time we saw him, about noon, her temperature was up to 104.7. Her ears and throat looked great, so he took some blood. Her white blood cell count was 11,000 - slightly above normal. The doctor didn't think it was high enough to indicate a bacterial infection, so he didn't prescribe an antibiotic. NOTE: I am thankful for a doctor who doesn't prescribe antibiotics for every little fever. He told me to give her Motrin for the fever and Delsym for the cough.
Overnight Lexi was fairly restless. I let her sleep with me because every time she woke up she got upset. By 12:45 Thursday morning, I decided she needed more medicine. I asked Elian to go get it, but before he could get out of bed, Lexi yaked (read: vomited) all over me and the carpet. Nice. I changed our clothes, medicated her, and put her back to bed. After a long night, she woke at 6:30 on Thursday morning, asking for Cheeos (read:Cheerios). She sucked down a ton of water, then ate 4 bites of cereal and threw up all over the highchair (which is the ideal place, by the way - easy clean up!).
The rest of the day Lexi just wanted me to hold her. She was lethargic, feverish, and had no appetite. Unless she was in a T.V. trance, she was whining/crying. Her fever was still 104 around dinner time. She slept from 4-7 PM, then woke up happy and fever free. Was this the end?!
No.
Lexi stayed happy until we put her to bed at 10:30. She woke at 11:45 upset, so I put her in bed with me. She was wearing a t-shirt and diaper, and the house was about 66 degrees - not cold, right? She went back to sleep, then woke a couple hours later with her nose clogged. I turned the light on to suction her nose, and she was shivering harder than I've ever seen anyone shiver before. Her hands, feet, and lips were starting to turn blue! I woke Elian up and he thought she was just cold. So we put her in fleece PJs and piled all the covers and the comforter on her. She was happy, asking us to turn on the T.T. (read: T.V.), but she still shivered like a madman for 20 minutes! I took her temperature, and it was normal. Elian looked online and decided this was fairly normal in kids with fevers, but it scared me. She got sleepy again, so I held her, all wrapped up, and then she puked. She finally got back to sleep about 3:30 and woke up soaked in sweat about 7 AM with a normal temperature.
She's eaten well today, and she seems happy, but tired. About 10 AM, her temperature was back up to 102.something - you tend to begin to forget the numbers after the point when you've been taking temperatures for 3 days.
Elian and I are supposed to go to a marriage conference this weekend and leave Lexi with my parents. We'll see what happens.
Lexi has had a runny nose and chest congestion/cough for a month. During week 3, she also had diarrhea for 5 days. During week 4, everything got better except her congestion, which caused her to cough a lot in the mornings. Then this week happened.
On Tuesday night I thought she felt warm. Her temperature registered 100.8, so barely a fever. By Wednesday morning her nose was running again and her temperature was 102.8. Because this fever was following a month of illness, I decided to call the doctor. The nurse thought I should have Lexi seen.
So Wednesday the doctor examined her. By the time we saw him, about noon, her temperature was up to 104.7. Her ears and throat looked great, so he took some blood. Her white blood cell count was 11,000 - slightly above normal. The doctor didn't think it was high enough to indicate a bacterial infection, so he didn't prescribe an antibiotic. NOTE: I am thankful for a doctor who doesn't prescribe antibiotics for every little fever. He told me to give her Motrin for the fever and Delsym for the cough.
Overnight Lexi was fairly restless. I let her sleep with me because every time she woke up she got upset. By 12:45 Thursday morning, I decided she needed more medicine. I asked Elian to go get it, but before he could get out of bed, Lexi yaked (read: vomited) all over me and the carpet. Nice. I changed our clothes, medicated her, and put her back to bed. After a long night, she woke at 6:30 on Thursday morning, asking for Cheeos (read:Cheerios). She sucked down a ton of water, then ate 4 bites of cereal and threw up all over the highchair (which is the ideal place, by the way - easy clean up!).
The rest of the day Lexi just wanted me to hold her. She was lethargic, feverish, and had no appetite. Unless she was in a T.V. trance, she was whining/crying. Her fever was still 104 around dinner time. She slept from 4-7 PM, then woke up happy and fever free. Was this the end?!
No.
Lexi stayed happy until we put her to bed at 10:30. She woke at 11:45 upset, so I put her in bed with me. She was wearing a t-shirt and diaper, and the house was about 66 degrees - not cold, right? She went back to sleep, then woke a couple hours later with her nose clogged. I turned the light on to suction her nose, and she was shivering harder than I've ever seen anyone shiver before. Her hands, feet, and lips were starting to turn blue! I woke Elian up and he thought she was just cold. So we put her in fleece PJs and piled all the covers and the comforter on her. She was happy, asking us to turn on the T.T. (read: T.V.), but she still shivered like a madman for 20 minutes! I took her temperature, and it was normal. Elian looked online and decided this was fairly normal in kids with fevers, but it scared me. She got sleepy again, so I held her, all wrapped up, and then she puked. She finally got back to sleep about 3:30 and woke up soaked in sweat about 7 AM with a normal temperature.
She's eaten well today, and she seems happy, but tired. About 10 AM, her temperature was back up to 102.something - you tend to begin to forget the numbers after the point when you've been taking temperatures for 3 days.
Elian and I are supposed to go to a marriage conference this weekend and leave Lexi with my parents. We'll see what happens.
7.23.2008
Memories
Last month I took Lexi to the doctor because she had a high temperature for a couple of days. She was 13 months old and stranger anxiety had set in. She was nervous as they sat her in the scale to weigh her, but when the doctor came in and actually touched her, she lost it. He looked in her ears and at her throat, palpitated her abdomen, and Lexi screamed the whole time as if she were dying. When the doctor didn't notice anything unusual during the exam, he had the nurse draw blood to check the levels for infection. The doctor left the room, and as soon as I got Lexi calmed down, a nurse came in. Lexi clung to me for dear life as the nurse pricked her finger and squeezed 5 or 6 drops of blood from it. Lexi howled. Interestingly, she was equally distraught by the little tiny band aid the nurse put on her finger. I guess Lexi didn't know what it was or why it was there, but she knew she wanted it off!
Lexi's white blood cell count came back at 22,000, which concerned the doctor. He decided to test her urine to see if she had a bladder infection. Have you ever tried to collect a urine sample from an unpotty-trained 13 month old? It's not pretty. A nurse comes in and "cleans the area". Then she uses industrial strength tape to attach a plastic bag to "the area". Then we wait for results. This is the second time Lexi has had to have her urine collected in her short little life. And both times the first bag leaked. The nurse had to rip off the first bag and tape on a second bag. Poor girl!
When the urine came back negative for infection, the doctor decided to treat Lexi for a bacterial infection. Yet another nurse came in and injected an antibiotic into Lexi's leg. After 2 hours of pain and crying, we went home.
Fast forward to Sunday. Lexi had a low grade fever. It eventually reaches 103.5. She had no other symptoms, just like last time, so I waited. Monday and Tuesday she still had a 103 fever, so I took her to the doctor Tuesday morning. As soon as we started walking toward the exam room, Lexi started acting skiddish. By the time I got her to the scale, she was in full blown meltdown. Her painless weigh in was followed by a petrifying visit from the doctor, the finger-pricking nurse, and the doctor again. All three encounters involved Lexi crying hysterically from the time the person opened the door to come in until well after they had closed the door and left. I am convinced Lexi remembered the pain of the June visit and was experiencing one of her first long-term memories. It's interesting to know she actually has that capability now.
The good news: her white blood cell count was normal (low, even), which means she just has a virus.
The bad news: we are going back to the doctor next week for a check-up and immunizations :(
Lexi's white blood cell count came back at 22,000, which concerned the doctor. He decided to test her urine to see if she had a bladder infection. Have you ever tried to collect a urine sample from an unpotty-trained 13 month old? It's not pretty. A nurse comes in and "cleans the area". Then she uses industrial strength tape to attach a plastic bag to "the area". Then we wait for results. This is the second time Lexi has had to have her urine collected in her short little life. And both times the first bag leaked. The nurse had to rip off the first bag and tape on a second bag. Poor girl!
When the urine came back negative for infection, the doctor decided to treat Lexi for a bacterial infection. Yet another nurse came in and injected an antibiotic into Lexi's leg. After 2 hours of pain and crying, we went home.
Fast forward to Sunday. Lexi had a low grade fever. It eventually reaches 103.5. She had no other symptoms, just like last time, so I waited. Monday and Tuesday she still had a 103 fever, so I took her to the doctor Tuesday morning. As soon as we started walking toward the exam room, Lexi started acting skiddish. By the time I got her to the scale, she was in full blown meltdown. Her painless weigh in was followed by a petrifying visit from the doctor, the finger-pricking nurse, and the doctor again. All three encounters involved Lexi crying hysterically from the time the person opened the door to come in until well after they had closed the door and left. I am convinced Lexi remembered the pain of the June visit and was experiencing one of her first long-term memories. It's interesting to know she actually has that capability now.
The good news: her white blood cell count was normal (low, even), which means she just has a virus.
The bad news: we are going back to the doctor next week for a check-up and immunizations :(
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