Illness 4: Wilsons 0
Ian called. He’s got it now too. That makes all four of us. We’re all sick with the cold that knocked Lucas out a week ago.
We are tired. We are miserable. Lucas is alternately very exhausted and pathetic and annoying as hell. He’s on meds. He is now complaining of an earache.
The rest of us are just suffering, hoping we’ll feel better soon.
Asher keeps looking at me like, “What the hell kind of crap mom are you, anyway?! Why don’t you DO something?” I get the stink-eye from him when his nose explodes snotty slime all over his face. I get it when I take his temp rectally. I get it when he coughs. And also when I put any type of food in front of him—any morsel at all. He won’t eat anything. (Thank goodness he’s still nursing. I know he’s getting some fluids at least.)
Asher woke up many times last night with coughing or crying. But then he did something I’ve never seen him or anyone else do in my whole life: He started screaming and thrashing about. I’m talking about eyes-open-mouth-blaring-rageful screaming. And thrashing his entire body about in the bed, hitting his head on the headboard, on me, on Ian, with complete disregard. It was like a full-on temper tantrum out of a dead sleep at 3 a.m. If he had been hot to the touch, I would have concluded, “Oh, so this is what a febrile seizure looks like.” Only he didn’t have a fever. He was, as far as I can guess, simply MAD AS HELL. He screamed that way for 20 minutes. Ian just held him … tightly, until Asher stopped screaming and went back to sleep. It was disconcerting, to say the least.
It’s another gorgeous spring day and we are trapped inside the Wilson Sanatorium. God help me. I’m just about off my rocker.
April 1, 2008 at 5:13 pm
Oh darling! I’m sooooo sorry about your plight! Sending good healing love thoughts your way! *muah*
April 1, 2008 at 6:31 pm
oh honey, this sounds challenging and awful. I hope you were able to get some fresh air through the sanatorium today, maybe at least that would help?
Sending you love and nyquil vibes. I also have extreme envy for Asher’s tantrum, it sounds delicious for the do-er (if miserable for everyone around him).
xoxo
April 1, 2008 at 7:11 pm
poor honey, do you need anything?
April 1, 2008 at 7:29 pm
Poor Sweet Wilsons. I am sorry to hear you are all feeling ill. I hope you’re cured in time to take advantage of the remainder of the vacation. I love you all bunches and am sending some love and healthy thoughts your way.
~J~
April 1, 2008 at 9:54 pm
April 1, 2008 at 10:54 pm
You can add me to the scoreboard I am officially down for the count with fever, cough and sneezing. Sounds like Asher also could have suffered his first bought of sickness-induced night terrors or like you said just mad as hell. Sorry you are getting the stinkeye, is he pulling his penis at you, too? 😉 Every time he gives you the stinkeye imagine all the adoring eyes your friends have for you, they are clearly more objective witnesses. xoxoxo
April 1, 2008 at 11:32 pm
Ugh. I’m sorry. I hope you are all feeling much better soon.
April 2, 2008 at 1:14 pm
Thanks, baby!
April 2, 2008 at 1:14 pm
It’s bad, but I’m sure it could be worse. Thanks for the sympathy. I really needed it yesterday.
April 2, 2008 at 1:15 pm
No, not really. Just a time machine to speed me into next week when we’re all healthy again and Lucas is back in school! Two weeks off for Easter is too much, in my opinion.
April 2, 2008 at 1:17 pm
Thank you. I hope so too. But here it is Wednesday already. Emotionally, I vacilate between feeling great sympathy and pity for my sick kiddos, and a tremendous urge to walk out the door and go far, far away.
April 2, 2008 at 1:17 pm
Thanks, Punkin!
April 2, 2008 at 1:18 pm
Poor Kimkimkaree! I’m sorry to hear you’re down for the count too. Thanks for the love.
April 2, 2008 at 1:19 pm
Thanks a lot. I hope so too. I’m feeling a lot better today, so I’ve got a little more energy for my boys. But it comes and goes. I’m enjoying the Amelia videos!