Sickies

Emma is one sick puppy. She's been coughing and kinda droopy for a few days now and yesterday when I picked her up from school, the nice lady who helped her into the car told me that her class as a whole is very sick right now so I should watch Emma. She said they sent home 3 kids yesterday alone. I think they noticed Emma's droopiness and coughiness and warned me it was probably coming.

Well, Emma seemed fine other than the two afore mentioned symptoms, so I took her to her horseback riding lesson yesterday and then she went with me when I took my baby cousin Cody around job hunting last night, but when we got to Wal-Mart (last stop on the job search) she started complaining about her leg and foot hurting. Upon examination I found NO reason her leg should be hurting and I asked her if she'd hit it or anything and she said No and immediately burst into tears because it was hurting so badly. She continued to cry the entire time we were there!

I knew something was wrong.

When we got home, I immediately took her temperature. It was 102.1. I don't think Emma has ever had a fever this high. I could be wrong, but my kids are like me... they normally don't run super high fevers. (knock on wood) We have naturally low normal temps. It's weird, but my normal temp is like 97.4, not 98.6. And they are both the same way. So, when Emma's was 102.1, I freaked a little!

I immediately got her settled on the couch with her sleeping bag, pillow and blanket. I don't know why, but when my kids are sick, I keep them on the couch. I guess it's so they're always near me being that the living room is so central and open in our house. And drugged her up to try to bring that temp down.

Well, as soon as the Motrin kicked in, she was much better. Still droopy and coughy, but not quite so achy and deathly looking.

She fell asleep pretty quickly and my worrying subsided.

Then I was stupid.

I didn't wake her up in the middle of the night to re-medicate her.

Ugh. So, about 6:30 this morning, I woke up to her beside my bed saying, "Mommy, I feel really really bad right now" and I swear, I could feel the heat radiating off of her. Omg! I was immediately wanting to slap myself for NOT waking her up for meds. So, for about 20 minutes, she was throwing up and shaking like a leaf until the tylenol finally kicked in and brought her fever down. I won't make that mistake again.

So, for today and probably the next couple of days, this is Emma's perch...

And Noah has been off and on sick for several, several days. Not with what Emma has, but he's cutting molars. Which means he is the whiniest, cry-iest, nasty diaper-est little two year old you have EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE!!!!

Which is why I've tried to auction him off several times in the past few weeks...

So, I"m sure this little turd will be getting what Emma has as well, because isn't that what ALWAYS happens????

For now, though, he knows his sister is a sickie and he's being pretty sweet about it. He's heard me baby talking her while sitting at her side rubbing her head and back saying, "My poor sick baby girl". So, I've caught him more than once walking by her saying, "Po babeeee" (poor baby). How sweet is that??

And Noah has decided to perch on the chair beside her.

The next few days, this is what the days hold for them...

at least Nick Jr is somewhat educational, right?

And this is what the next few days hold for ME.

p.s. i do have a newly finished knitted project and i LOVE it!!!!!! I'm waiting though to share it because I'm making TONY a matching one.... are you curious???? The one I've already finished is for ME and the one I'm going to start shortly is a matching one for TONY. Ha! And he has to wear it, it's part of the marriage contract. I've told him everything I knit for him HAS to be worn and worn FREQUENTLY or else it's grounds for divorce (KIDDING... kind of...) because of the shear amount of time and sore fingers it involves.

;)

oh, and another p.s..... not only are my kids sick and whiny and poopy and pukey.... the dang DOG has some stomach thing going on and all of yesterday I spent cleaning up her drippy droppings (this was the most pleasant combination of words I could come up with to accurately portray the horrible word I refuse to type on my blog ;) from every floor and unfortunate pillow that was ON the floor. Gross to the one hundredth power.

Have a good day, friends.