3 trips to the ER and it’s not Polio
I’m laying on the boys bedroom floor right now next to my youngest while typing this on my phone. He started the latest round of sickness in our house last night with multiple instances of going *mmmblah* on our floor. Honestly, I’m terrified he’ll do it in his sleep.
Nice visual eh?
His trip to the ER last night marks 3 of the last 4 someone in this house has made a trip to the emergency room. Not a trend I want to brag about but one that we’ll look back on in a few years and say “damn that sucked!”
You never know when something like this will hit and unfortunately Teaspoon, who hasn’t been sick, might miss another day of school because he’s been exposed. Even worse is that he might miss being in his first Christmas performance tonight.
My wife, who was finally getting over her nights on the floor sick, is at the brink of exhaustion while I’m awake fighting it off.
Someone on Twitter last night said I should be thankful it wasn’t 60 years ago when he was a kid because it could be polio ( I’m not making that up) and I’m sure my mom would chine in “Douglas, it could always be worse… like polio.”
Nothing makes you feel more helpless as a parent than watching your sick child suffer.
Going through this has taught me the importance of putting things into perspective and being prepared.
Always have baking soda in stock. Keep a supply of Gatorade and towels in the basement. A clean toilet is a happy place. Caillou might be an evil show but it relaxes the youngins. Sugar free freezepops make the medicine go down and insulate the 2nd floor because damn it’s cold up here!
Oh, and don’t catch the polio