Monday, July 27, 2009

Monday Morning Madness

It's Monday and I'm late again. Craig's already left for work.

Danny's fussy, wants his breakfast and some entertainment mummy-style. Jack woke up crying and padded into the bathroom looking miserable and sleepy.  I said "go and get into mummy's bed, watch Noggin and I'll bring you some warm milk". I grab Danny out of his crib and put him in bed with Jack. I have a routine in the morning that's a bit nuts but it works for me and means I can get out the door with everyone fed and happy in about 1.5 hours.

As I'm in the middle of drying my hair, I hear an odd noise and turn just in time to see Jack leap up onto his knees and barf all over my bed. Many times. Thankfully he missed Danny, who was very quiet now and staring intently at his distressed brother. 

There's not much you can do in these situations, other than comfort your child and repeat over and over "it's okay, it's okay" as you rub their back. I did call Craig and we organised a day of work and Jack-sitting between us. Once again, for the 1000th time this year, I thanked God that I have a partner to share this with.

Now it's 1pm and my shift at home with the little fella. He's still got a temperature and looks fed-up. The Docs told me there's  a virus "going round" and to keep an eye of him. Feed him crackers and iced water. They've told me that the last 3 times I've rung them. It's a standard response I suppose, to deter mums from running into the practice every time their kid looks pale.

His dad made him homemade chicken soup but he doesn't want any. And he fell asleep on the couch. I know my son is sick if he falls asleep on the couch. He doesn't normally sleep anywhere, anytime for anybody! 

It's time to go & sit with him and cuddle up I think.

6 comments:

Stinking Billy said...

Pam, this might be a strange thing coming from a confessed agnostic, but all you can do is keep the faith, bonnie lass. The bairn will be just fine, you'll see? Luv x

Kelsey said...

I hope he is feeling better soon soon soon, AND that whatever but he's got doesn't do much traveling in your house!

Clippy Mat said...

ahh bless his cotton socks. hope it passes soon. and is that wor billy ower there? what's he doin' in these here parts?

Emily said...

Awwww...poor Jack...I think the vomiting virus' are the worst! I hope he feels better soon.

mountainear said...

Poor lad. Hope he's not going to be generous and share his 'bug' with the rest of the family.

Pam said...

Billy: Where in the Dickens are you? I can't find your blog and I can't access your profile. Come out of hiding young feller and re-join the bloggers who love you.

Hi Kelsey: Thank you - so far no spreading!

Hey Clippy: It is our Billy. Coax him out!

Hi Em: In the old days I'd be barfing myself - strange how you get used to mopping these things up :-)

Hello there Mountainear: He is usually very generous but I've been keeping Danny away from him and so far I'm fine. Tummy bugs are just the worst aren't they.

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