Christmas day started unlike any other Christmas day we've experienced thus far.
Picture THIS:
Nic runs into our room, "Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Get up! Get up!" And he runs out. (THIS is the normal part.)
Enter... Sydney, wrapped in a blanket, hair all a mess, "I need a breathing treatment," as she walked hunched over into my bathroom. I immediately jumped out of bed, and looked at the face of my baby girl... she was NOT looking good! I grab the nebulizer and begin loading the little gadget full of that yummy albuterol concoction... at which point...
Enter... Nic, jumping and mouth jabbering a mile a minute, "Max is throwing up! Max is throwing up!" *sigh* REALLY?
So, while I'm allowing our daughter to breathe freely, Chris rushes out of the room to tend to Max, who, indeed, is throwing up... in the kitchen sink!! REALLY?
Now, do not worry about Max. He is fine, and feels much better after the aforementioned pukefest... in the kitchen sink. Apparently, he was on his way to get something to eat, as one who is hungry would do, when he felt the urge... the urge to vomit... in the kitchen sink. (Did I mention that he blew chunks into the kitchen sink?)
Anyway... where was I?
Oh yes. Kitchen sink. Chris was in the process of cleaning it as I walked into the living area of our house. Shew!! I'm sooo glad I didn't have to clean THAT up! That certainly would have made me sick! Special thanks to Big Daddy for braving the 'elements', and scrubbing that mess! Just another reason why I adore him;)
After the lively morning events, the day proceeded normally. Well, as normally as it could given there were now two sick children in my house. Luckily, Max's 'release' made him feel better, and he had no other issues. We opened Christmas gifts, and the kiddos played with their gifts. I say 'kiddos', but I mean Nic. He's really the only one who receives toys. The other two think they're too big. What's up with that?
Sydney retreated to my bedroom shortly after the gifts were opened, and stayed there the remainder of the day. She felt terrible, and we all knew it. She would cough... and cry. Her body hurt so badly, and there was nothing I could do. I hate it when my kids are sick!
I proceeded to make lunch... uh.. dinner... well, whatever you call eating a meal at 4 pm. Syd didn't want to, so the rest of us sat down to eat. It was good, if I do say so myself;)
Around 530 pm, Sydney was in so much pain, coughing, feverish, and sobbing. Chris and I opted to load her up and head to the ER. The emergency room on Christmas is NOT what we expected, but it's what had to be... and so, we go with it. Just like all of the other kinks the world throws our way... do what you have to do... and know that this, too, shall pass.
When we arrived at the ER, we were taken back immediately. Apparently, if you're having trouble breathing or it hurts to breathe, they get you right in. We were put into a 'room' in the ER where we awaited the doctor. We saw two nurses who were very kind... I guess if you have to work on Christmas, you may as well do it with joy. One of the nurses took Syd's vitals and we waited for the doctor. He wanted to do blood work, get a chest xray, swab her for strep and the flu, and get her started on an iv with fluids.
So... they jabbed her. Jabbed her with a needle in her forearm. She did not like this, to say the least; but they only had to jab her once. They could do all they needed to do from that single stick. They drew blood, and then began administering the fluids. They stuck a cotton swab up her nose and wiggled another around in the back of her throat... then they were gone.
I feel like I'm forgetting something.
Oh yeah... the narcotics!
My sweet baby girl was in so much pain that they gave her morphine, to which she replied, "My body feels weird *grin*." hehehe
After being at the hospital for two hours, we had an answer... the flu. Great! The doctor gave us a prescription for Tamiflu, and sent us on our way. Chris got it filled the following morning... did I mention that I adore him!?
*side note* I had been sleeping with Sydney while she was not feeling well... it's what I do when my kids are ill. They ask, and I give in. I'm good with it.
Needless-to-say, the following afternoon I began to feel bad, and have been dealing with this pesky flu ever since. I keep reminding myself that this will only last a moment... tomorrow is another day... this, too, shall pass... blah blah blah.
I'm ready for this stinkin flu to BE GONE (in the name of Jesus)!
;)
cw
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