The day started with two kids sick and ended with a third possibly getting whatever it is that is preventing my children from being well. Since Wednesday my two youngest have been having stuff that is simply UNNATURAL come out either end. Right as we’re putting him into bed August says that he feels like he might have to throw up. Well, if that just isn’t a big capper on a lovely cake of… unpleasant.
After about 15 minutes in front of the toilet, he doesn’t vomit, so it’s off to bed. He’s on the fence, and while I obviously hope he doesn’t get sick, having him not really be either is almost worse. I’m thinking to myself “Dude, just pick either sick or well,” which is bad parenting on my part, kind of wishing illness on my kid, but I just want to know if I need to add another kid to my barf watch rotation.
I wrote a couple of paragraphs about how Déla and Ciaran had stuff evacuate their bodies and when throughout the day, but ultimately decided to delete them. Either you’re not a parent and simply don’t care about who is vomiting or having diarrhea, or you’re a parent and it’s all stuff you’ve been through and thinking to yourself “Do you really want me to read about your kids bodily functions again?”
So this was day 5 of full blown illness, and I had already called the pediatrician’s consulting nurse twice so far. If Ciaran isn’t better in the morning, my plan is to call and make an appointment for both him and his sister. Thankfully he hasn’t vomited today, but the liquid out of his butt is no fun. Dehydration is a real concern, along with the fact that whatever virus or bacterial infection the kids have simply isn’t leaving.
Laura and I have been feeling a little something in our intestinal tract ourselves the last few days. Fortunately, neither of us has vomited. Yet.
How was your Father’s Day?