I have been trying to get a grip on my life (meaning, catch up w/ laundry and actually cook something for dinner) lately. The broken computer is only part of it. Life has been made a bit more difficult by sick kids, cranky kids, ski week (what the #&# is that? Who needs a week off in Feb? It just means that Lu is home, and bored.....). I have been existing in a place of "not quite sick enough to be sick, but too sick too have enough patience with my kids". We have all been there. Admit it. You know when you hear the kids first banging on the door at 5:30 am, ready for the day, and you want to crawl into a cave and sleep till spring? That is me. Or is that just my kids and your kids don't get up that early? Actually, it is only ONE kid of mine that does it. The one that chewed through his crib tent and will shove various items under the door until I let him out. If the item is TOO BIG to fit under the door, like say, a jewelry box, then he will destroy it and break it into tiny pieces and THEN shove them under the door. When you reprimand him, he will give you a look that says simply "you should not have left me alone in there....". He is right.
Anyway, the kid's finally caught the bug as well and have also been sick, but not SICK sick, just sick enough to whine and cry all day and be totally grumpy and toxic. Poor Norah has had a cold and is sniffling and crying with the rest of them. She is my third, so I don't get too worked up about sniffles. I don't even have a thermometer at home (and I am always kind of embarrassed when they ask if I have taken her temp and I say no, but who am I kidding, it would be lost or swiped by Cubby anyway....). This morning, after being up ALL night with sick Norah I realized it has been three days since Norah had a wet diaper. She also had been throwing up every bottle. Not just spitting, but "projectile, soak everything in its path" throw up. After the first day I switched her to Pedialite from milk, thinking that it would help her congestion. We have been battling an RSV-type rattling chest since October and that is what the Dr. had advised before.
I called the advice nurse and they said to bring her in right away because my doctor had an opening. I couldn't find a sitter for the big kids so they ALL came with me (another story in itself). The doc looked at her, checked something and then left the room really fast. When she came back she told me that the baby needed to go to the hospital RIGHT NOW and that they could have an ambulance take her or I could drive her but it had to be RIGHT NOW.
I found someone to take the big kids and raced the baby to the hospital (which ironically wasn't the hospital adjacent to the doctor's office and a few blocks from my home, I had to take her to one 15 minutes away). It turns out she is dehydrated (very) and wasn't getting enough oxygen and they wanted to do the nebulizer treatment. It is a similar thing we have been fighting, but this time it was much worse and I just didn't realize it. We haven't gotten the RSV test back, but she might have picked it up over Christmas in Utah. They want to give her an IV and major breathing treatments and let her sleep. So that is where we stand. I just left her in the hospital and came home to get some things (like a bottle, formula, clothes for her, my wallet.... I thought I was just going to the doc... and I haven't carried a well stocked diaper bag for years...). Then I get to spend the night in the hospital (that is, if my husband can come home tonight, he has a late night scheduled w/ work) and if we are lucky, she can come home tomorrow. I have to find someone to take my kids tomorrow, but so far my dear friends are stepping up to the plate and taking the kiddo's for me tonight.
Technically I can just leave the baby in the hospital, but I don't want to do that. Besides, the thought of sleeping in a hotel chair sounds like heaven. Like a vacation or a spa. I don't have to deal with Cubby for a few hours (don't get me wrong, I love him dearly but he makes me tired), I get to eat breakfast that I didn't have to make. I just have to deal with one small child that can't move. I can read a book. I can brush my teeth alone. I can eat a meal with out sharing. Lately, the only food that my kids want to eat is the stuff that is on my fork, halfway to my mouth. That is THE ONLY morsel of food that they want. I kind of miss the days when they wanted to eat off the floor. :-)
But, back to the title of the post. The other day I was thinking that I wish I had something interesting to blog about to get me out of the rut.
(P.S. Pictures tomorrow -- if the computer is better....).