It freaks me out a little bit to think about how I appear from outside, how other people view me. They can’t possibly look at me, with my car, and my two kids, and think that I am a capable, responsible adult. There’s no way. Even when I think my role as a member of this family, this unit, I still can’t believe we can be seen as anything other than a band of clueless misfits. I look over at Vance when the kids are going insane in public, and he’s at as much of a loss as I am. We’re still kids, right? We have jobs, and we go to school, we have bills to pay, but these children of ours, they just kind-of happened, and we’re terrible at managing all of this stuff anyway. Like most kids.
I look at other parents in similar situations, with their jobs, and their kids, and it’s not the same. If they’re having as hard of a time organizing their thoughts and lives, they keep it pretty well hidden. I never see them struggling to keep their heads above water.
So both of the kids are sick. They’ve both been sick before, usually with colds, and it’s mostly been no big deal. It’ll be one night of fussiness, and then it’s wiping noses for the next week; total piece of cake. This sickness, on the other hand, has been different. It’s hasn’t made it’s way to the other extreme of vomity-poopy-no-sleep-Hell, but it hasn’t been easy either.
It all started when Deven started running a fever completely out of the blue. It was Thursday night, so we decided if the situation didn’t resolve itself by Friday morning, Deven was going to be kept home. Of course, it didn’t. And Deven is Deven, which means Deven won’t take anything, and so the fever persisted with almost no break for three days. It wasn’t insanely high, and he was eating and drinking, so we didn’t push the medicine issue. Plus, sick Deven was being really, really good. He mostly just hung out on the couch and watched Toy Story 3. I was wondering what the hell was going ON with this until Sunday when his nose finally started running and he developed a nasty cough. It was so nerve racking not knowing what was to come. Is it a cold? A flu? Is he going to start throwing up? SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME SO THAT I MAY BE PREPARED!
Archer is another story. A much grosser story.
So last night I was having my own issues (new reflux meds are giving me a hard time) and I needed to go lay down upstairs for a while. Vance took care of everything, including me. He bathed and put Deven to bed, changed a poopy diaper, and took care of an epic sick-mess. While I was laying in bed shaking and moaning, I heard the baby and Vance cry. Apparently after Vance changed Archer’s nasty diaper, Archer proceeded to projectile vomit an entire milk bottle onto the carpet and the kitchen floor. Ugh. It is times like these I am glad to have Vance around.
That night Archer began to run that tell-tale fever, and tossed and turned all night. He woke up at 4 am burning up even after a dose of Tylenol. It finally went down and we all were able to sleep after a dose of Ibuprofen. He’s still running fevers, and I am being very careful about when he gets his milk. Fever baby and milk just do not go together.
Ever since Archer was a newborn, he has been the consummate puker. He would spit up after every feeding, and it didn’t stop until he turned one. We can tell that Archer is going to be the kid that throws up at the slightest provocation. We were spoiled by Deven; he was never much into spitting up, and has only thrown up when he was sick with a stomach virus. I guess you can’t win twice in a row? I really hate vomit.
Hey guess what I did! I just learnt how to import all of my old archives from my old blog to this one! Hot dayum! It took me a long time to figure that out. No one said that I’m a genius, okay?
To celebrate this amazing discovery, here is the blog post from May 16, 2011. Happy reading!