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Neverending Plague
May. 2nd, 2008 10:29 amI am in Germ Hell.
So first Punk was snotty and coughing and the mucus was making her throw up. Right. Then Jen got sick and spent a lot of the weekend snotty and coughing and being miserable. Then she went to work on Monday and I took Punk to the walk-in hour at the pediatrician to ask about the puking, and instead he found she had an ear infection and gave her amoxicillan. That day I started to feel like crap, got a random fever, got two hours off of Punk duty to sleep it off and then was back to Business As Usual. No Punk puke that day, so off she went to child care on Tuesday.
I wasn't feeling great but I had a job interview on Tuesday, and also did some house cleaning since Punk was at child care. She was adjusting to the antibiotics and came home with FOUR poopy diapers. (Gross.) Jen had plans to go out to dinner with a friend that night so I got the Punker to bed and she slept the sleep of the dead that night, but Jen came home from dinner and said it hadn't agreed with her. I slept with Punk that night and when I woke up on Wednesday, I still wasn't feeling the greatest but had two job interviews and had to get moving. Jen said she didn't feel well and was up puking. She took Punk to child care and felt sick, so called out from work and pretty much slept the entire day, and that is not an exaggeration. So in between interviews I was running to the store for ginger ale and Gatorade, cleaning up stuff, making sure Jen was okay, etc. That night I put Punk to bed and tried to get Jen to eat dinner. She went to bed, I cleaned up, went to bed with Punk.
Yesterday morning, Jen was still sick so she called out from work again. I told her to call the doctor. Punk wakes up with /another/ runny nose and a face full of drool so I figure that tooth #6 is finally going to break skin instead of just being entirely visible under the gums. Jen is spending the day in bed, only she is in the guest bed which means I can't really get to my clothes (they're in the guest room), I can't fold laundry (we fold it on the guest bed), and she has left trails of whatever all over the place. And I need to wash bottles and dishes, which she usually does. And make formula. And corral a baby, all the while trying to keep her quiet and content so she doesn't wake Jen with her craziness.
By the time Punk's morning nap was through, I was totally tapped out. I had been run down and sick since Monday but hadn't gotten to take a break for more than those two hours, and instead was doing MORE child care and MORE chores and was going stir crazy trying to keep the baby quiet. So I made the mistake of venting to Jen that I needed to get out of the house because I couldn't deal with the stir crazy baby AND seeing all of the clutter everywhere AND thinking about more chores to do and everything else AND still feel sick myself. So I packed up Punk and we went to Cup and Top, which has yummy food and a cute little hippy play area for kids.
When we got back from Cup and Top, Jen was gone and said she decided to go to work because I made her uncomfortable. Great. So I have the snotty baby who just pooped a mountain of antibiotic poop, I have Jen on the phone telling me that while she was sick I didn't do anything for her and just made her guilty and miserable, and I still have a disgusting house. I get off the phone, de-poop the baby, get her a bottle, and try to get the afternoon nap going so I can chill out. I get the Punk down, start folding her clothes now that Jen is out of the guest bed, and am about to do some laundry when Jen calls to talk about everything, and I spend the entire naptime talking until she has to go... and then Punk wakes up early for her nap.
I pick her up and she feels warm, so I take her temp and it is 102.3. She has never had a temp about 101. I give her Motrin and try to get her back to sleep, but she is whiny and clingy and it's not happening. Eventually I bring her out of the bedroom and she chills with me and is feeling better, but not before I spend 40 minutes trying to get more nap out of her. So then she's back up and ready to play and I haven't done any chores and oh yeah, still no shower. And I still feel under the weather but it doesn't matter because everyone gets taken care of when they're sick but me. So I decide we should get take-out for dinner because Jen needs to eat and I have zero energy to cook and of course it is a fiasco because the chinese place says our debit card has been denied, but really they enter the number wrong.
Punk is more than fine after the Motrin and is having a grand old time, eats a metric ton of food at dinner (including some fried rice because I am a BAD MOM), drinks her whole bottle and goes down to sleep after SOME chatting but not too bad. I put Punk to bed again because Jen says she is feeling dizzy. And then we watch Survivor, and then Jen watches CSI, and I start to get ready for bed. At some point I take Punk's temperature and it's 99.5 and it's been more than 6 hours since she's had Motrin and I think we're home free.
At 2am, Punk wakes up crying and I go in to sleep with her and she is hot. Sizzling hot. I take her temp and it is 103.6! !!! So I unswaddle her, give her more Motrin, and lay in bed with her and try to get her to sleep, which is futile because she is not swaddled. I lay there and hold her arms and legs down for probably two hours and eventually she falls asleep. And I cough a lot and wake her up a million times and repeat, repeat, repeat.
And she wakes up for the morning at 7:30 and we do the morning thing and the breakfast thing and the meds thing but the temp is creeping up. She starts getting whiny and clingy and I call the pedi and the nurse says I need to call back to check in after 1 and they will decide if they want her to come in. So I give her more Motrin and do the morning nap and go to put the diapers in the wash but the clothes in the dryer are still damp so I have to run them more and can't empty the washer and thus can't wash the diapers. And the dryer just ended but oh wait, there she is crying on the monitor so I need to go, but I still haven't showered and the house is still a mess and now I have a sore throat.
And we had plans to go to Pride tomorrow and Hartford on Sunday to meet a friend of mine and I'm guessing we will be going to neither and instead I will continue to play nursemaid while I am sick and just want someone to take care of me for a minute.
And now I go get the Punk and start over. The end.
So first Punk was snotty and coughing and the mucus was making her throw up. Right. Then Jen got sick and spent a lot of the weekend snotty and coughing and being miserable. Then she went to work on Monday and I took Punk to the walk-in hour at the pediatrician to ask about the puking, and instead he found she had an ear infection and gave her amoxicillan. That day I started to feel like crap, got a random fever, got two hours off of Punk duty to sleep it off and then was back to Business As Usual. No Punk puke that day, so off she went to child care on Tuesday.
I wasn't feeling great but I had a job interview on Tuesday, and also did some house cleaning since Punk was at child care. She was adjusting to the antibiotics and came home with FOUR poopy diapers. (Gross.) Jen had plans to go out to dinner with a friend that night so I got the Punker to bed and she slept the sleep of the dead that night, but Jen came home from dinner and said it hadn't agreed with her. I slept with Punk that night and when I woke up on Wednesday, I still wasn't feeling the greatest but had two job interviews and had to get moving. Jen said she didn't feel well and was up puking. She took Punk to child care and felt sick, so called out from work and pretty much slept the entire day, and that is not an exaggeration. So in between interviews I was running to the store for ginger ale and Gatorade, cleaning up stuff, making sure Jen was okay, etc. That night I put Punk to bed and tried to get Jen to eat dinner. She went to bed, I cleaned up, went to bed with Punk.
Yesterday morning, Jen was still sick so she called out from work again. I told her to call the doctor. Punk wakes up with /another/ runny nose and a face full of drool so I figure that tooth #6 is finally going to break skin instead of just being entirely visible under the gums. Jen is spending the day in bed, only she is in the guest bed which means I can't really get to my clothes (they're in the guest room), I can't fold laundry (we fold it on the guest bed), and she has left trails of whatever all over the place. And I need to wash bottles and dishes, which she usually does. And make formula. And corral a baby, all the while trying to keep her quiet and content so she doesn't wake Jen with her craziness.
By the time Punk's morning nap was through, I was totally tapped out. I had been run down and sick since Monday but hadn't gotten to take a break for more than those two hours, and instead was doing MORE child care and MORE chores and was going stir crazy trying to keep the baby quiet. So I made the mistake of venting to Jen that I needed to get out of the house because I couldn't deal with the stir crazy baby AND seeing all of the clutter everywhere AND thinking about more chores to do and everything else AND still feel sick myself. So I packed up Punk and we went to Cup and Top, which has yummy food and a cute little hippy play area for kids.
When we got back from Cup and Top, Jen was gone and said she decided to go to work because I made her uncomfortable. Great. So I have the snotty baby who just pooped a mountain of antibiotic poop, I have Jen on the phone telling me that while she was sick I didn't do anything for her and just made her guilty and miserable, and I still have a disgusting house. I get off the phone, de-poop the baby, get her a bottle, and try to get the afternoon nap going so I can chill out. I get the Punk down, start folding her clothes now that Jen is out of the guest bed, and am about to do some laundry when Jen calls to talk about everything, and I spend the entire naptime talking until she has to go... and then Punk wakes up early for her nap.
I pick her up and she feels warm, so I take her temp and it is 102.3. She has never had a temp about 101. I give her Motrin and try to get her back to sleep, but she is whiny and clingy and it's not happening. Eventually I bring her out of the bedroom and she chills with me and is feeling better, but not before I spend 40 minutes trying to get more nap out of her. So then she's back up and ready to play and I haven't done any chores and oh yeah, still no shower. And I still feel under the weather but it doesn't matter because everyone gets taken care of when they're sick but me. So I decide we should get take-out for dinner because Jen needs to eat and I have zero energy to cook and of course it is a fiasco because the chinese place says our debit card has been denied, but really they enter the number wrong.
Punk is more than fine after the Motrin and is having a grand old time, eats a metric ton of food at dinner (including some fried rice because I am a BAD MOM), drinks her whole bottle and goes down to sleep after SOME chatting but not too bad. I put Punk to bed again because Jen says she is feeling dizzy. And then we watch Survivor, and then Jen watches CSI, and I start to get ready for bed. At some point I take Punk's temperature and it's 99.5 and it's been more than 6 hours since she's had Motrin and I think we're home free.
At 2am, Punk wakes up crying and I go in to sleep with her and she is hot. Sizzling hot. I take her temp and it is 103.6! !!! So I unswaddle her, give her more Motrin, and lay in bed with her and try to get her to sleep, which is futile because she is not swaddled. I lay there and hold her arms and legs down for probably two hours and eventually she falls asleep. And I cough a lot and wake her up a million times and repeat, repeat, repeat.
And she wakes up for the morning at 7:30 and we do the morning thing and the breakfast thing and the meds thing but the temp is creeping up. She starts getting whiny and clingy and I call the pedi and the nurse says I need to call back to check in after 1 and they will decide if they want her to come in. So I give her more Motrin and do the morning nap and go to put the diapers in the wash but the clothes in the dryer are still damp so I have to run them more and can't empty the washer and thus can't wash the diapers. And the dryer just ended but oh wait, there she is crying on the monitor so I need to go, but I still haven't showered and the house is still a mess and now I have a sore throat.
And we had plans to go to Pride tomorrow and Hartford on Sunday to meet a friend of mine and I'm guessing we will be going to neither and instead I will continue to play nursemaid while I am sick and just want someone to take care of me for a minute.
And now I go get the Punk and start over. The end.
