A Bad Week.

It’s Saturday night, I think. Honestly this week has been a blur. I feel terrible complaining because I know for a fact there are others struggling with a lot more this time of year (a few of them are my own patients), but I have to say this has been one of the crappiest weeks I can remember.

It started off with me getting some kid of flu/GI virus that decimated me for close to 36 hours, then I get the phone call that my dad is going to the ER and after spending 15 hours at the hospital he gets admitted. I missed seeing a theater performance of Cinderella with my daughter and my aunt that day. (I’m still really bummed about that).  When I got home that night, around 1am I found my husband in bed with shaking chills. He spent the vast majority of Wednesday in bed. Despite exhaustion, I took my older kids to an indoor play center to blow off some steam. Later that night my brother, wife, stepdaughter, and my best friend came over for an already-planned Christmas Eve-eve dinner. Husband and I were exhausted but it was wonderful to have family over and they helped out by wrapping all of our kids’ Christmas  presents.

Christmas eve saw husband going out for last minute gifts, still unwell.  I took one of the kids to see Pappou in the hospital. The kids watched Santa on Norad as he made his way from Morocco to Ireland, we set out milk and cookies for him and the kids went to bed with zero fuss.  Husband and I settled in to watch our annual holiday classic, “Die Hard”, and promptly went to bed around 10pm.

Christmas morning the kids were up early, as expected.  Christmas gifts were opened in a frenzy.  I had planned on taking all the kids to see Pappou in hospital, so after breakfast everyone got ready, except husband who was still not feeling great.  Over the course of the morning, my older son, the 4.5-year-old, started complaining of a tummy ache.  He barely touched the apple juice he got from my mom, nor the donut.  He looked pale and complained even more about his tummy so we left the hospital after a short visit.  The entire car ride home the little guy was moaning.   As soon as we arrived home, he was curled up on the couch with his new Star Wars blanket.  Ten minutes later, he’s running to the bathroom calling for me and threw up.

Merry f*&king Christmas.

We were expected at my brother-in-laws house for Christmas dinner later that evening.  I called my mother-in-law and told her everything. I wasn’t sure we should bring my son so I warned her that he and my husband may be staying home.

As it usually is with stomach flu, once you throw up you start feeling better.  My son seemed to make a pretty fast recovery and I spent the afternoon watching him build Star Wars Lego. The 7-year-0ld was happily entertained with her new Nintendo 2DS from Santa.

Later that afternoon, with the two boys (husband and son) feeling better we piled into the car and headed west to my brother-in-law’s house.  We were going to arrive about 2 hours late, but I had called my mother-in-law to explain.  When we were about 10 minutes away I suddenly remembered that we, well I, had forgotten the dessert.  Among the chaos of the week, I had gone out to buy two pies and ice cream as we were expected to bring dessert.  We found an open Shoppers Drug Mart and were saved.  Cheesecakes and eclairs to the rescue.  (Seriously though, could this week end already?)

Christmas dinner was lovely.  Husband and I ate but neither of us were particularly hungry.  For me it was likely due to the stress of the week, my appetite has been shot. For husband, well, he was still recovering from the illness.  An hour after dinner, my older son started turning pale again and complained of his tummy hurting.  With profound apologies, we piled back into the car and drove home.  Thankfully he wasn’t sick in the car but he did fall asleep and didn’t wake until almost 9am the following morning.

Boxing Day.   Another trip to the hospital to see my dad.  A relatively uneventful day and I was beginning to think the worst was over when the 2-year-old started screaming.  Husband went to see him and called out – “He threw up.”

OMFG.

That poor little boy emptied his stomach over the course of the next 5 hours.  I slept on a cushion on the floor of his room and he finally stopped dry heaving at 2am.  He was awake at 6:30am as if nothing happened.  Meanwhile husband is curled up in bed, moaning.

Stomach cramps.

What the actual f&#K?

I’m ready for this week, hell, this year, to be over.

Only one person has been spared so far … my daughter.

Pray for me.

 

About those kids… 

It’s two days before Christmas. We haven’t quite finished getting the kids’ presents and nothing has been wrapped. 

I had a fitful 4 hours of sleep last night while husband lay next to me with the chills. As if things couldn’t get worse he is sick with whatever flu-like illness I had a few days ago. 

The kids have been cooped up so this afternoon I took them to an indoor play center so they could run around and you know, be kids. 

On the way there, I told the older kids that their Pappou (grandfather) is sleeping at the hospital and that I was there very very late last night when they were sound asleep. Of course the older one asked why and I tried to explain. 

My 4.5-year-old son: “Mommy you should have told me you were home. We could have talked and I would have gone back to sleep.”

The 7-year-old daughter: “Wow, mommy that sounds like a long day.”

Sometimes I underestimate my kids. They understand a lot more than I give them credit for. 

Seventh Kid

This past week my older son has been unwell with a fever but no other symptoms.  Maybe he had a mild cough but otherwise seemed okay.  A few nights found him coming into our room and the heat raging of him indicated to me he’d had a fever.  The inevitable phone call from the school telling us that he was sick came and he ended up staying home just one day and actually seemed pretty good that day except for not having much of an appetite.

So imagine my surprise when I go to pick him up from school the other day and his teacher (who knows that I am a physician) tells me that six children are away with strep throat.  Six!  I thank her for the information and immediately turn to my son, take out my phone, turn the flashlight on and look in his throat.

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The white spots on his tonsils are pus, or exudate. Probably from a strep infection.  He hadn’t had much of a fever in 24 hours so I decided to wait to get him tested.  This morning he woke up with no fever, but complained of his tummy hurting every time he tried to eat something.  Husband and I wondered if it was his throat that was actually causing him pain.  Kids are kind of dumb when it comes to being able to tell you where it hurts, I find.

Anyway, husband worried that our son had already had the infection for a few days and would be more susceptible to complications (post-streptococcus auto-immune diseases) so I took him to my office in the hopes of getting a rapid strep culture done.

Now, it’s hard enough to take a throat swab for a 4.5 year-old patient in the office, imagine trying to do it on your own son? I had to bribe him with a cookie his grandmother made.  When he saw the how long the “Q-tip” swab was he panicked and covered his mouth.  I told him it would be really fast and that we had to do it or he wouldn’t get the cookie.  “Oh fine,” he said.  So he opened his mouth and I was able to get a really, really, really quick swab of that tonsil.  After lots of crying and “Ow! Mommy, that hurt!” there was no way he was going to comply again.  Looking at the swab, I could see I had gotten a bit of that junk off, so I proceeded with the test.

The rapid strep kit really helpful in the office.  Normally a throat swab takes 48 hours to get results.  With these rapid kits I can have an answer in 5 minutes. I also really like doing them because it’s like a little science experiment I can do right in the office!  It definitely makes a typical day more interesting.

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Very much like a pregnancy test, one line is negative for strep and two lines is positive.

My son’s test had a very faint second line.  Given the history of six other children in his class with strep infections, his on and off again fever, lethargy and lack of appetite, not to mention the tonsils looking the way they did, I elected to treat him.  Yes, I should have taken him to his own pediatrician but I didn’t.  After a couple of doses of Amoxicillin, he is already looking better.

Sometimes it’s really convenient being a doctor mom.

Demands.

Day 7 – National Blog Posting Month

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Kid 1 – “Mommy, we have to read my French book.”

Kid 2 – “Mommy, can you make pancakes?”

Kid 3 – “Mammma, mak pacake?”

Kid 2 – “Actually, mommy can I have eggs instead?”

Kid 3 – “Mammma, ook car!”

Kid 1 – “Mom come on! We have to read my book.”

Kid 2 – “Mommy, I’m hungry. Eggs please!”

Kid 1 – “Mom, can I watch TV?”

Kid 2 – “Mommy, I’m thirsty!”

Kid 3 – “Mama! Mama! Poo poo bum.”

Time  – 7:48am.

A Midnight Battle of Will

“The Force is strong in this one.”

Two years old in a few weeks and he’s giving me more hassle than the other two before him combined.

Seriously, kid?

He expertly climbed out of his crib a month ago.  Happy as a pig in shit to do so. Ready for a big boy bed, it would seem.  So a big boy bed he got. Trouble is now he won’t stay in it.  Oh, eventually he’ll just tire at the gate and shuffle back to bed but when this happens at 1 am in the morning, it comes down to a battle of will.

“Maaaaama, I whan warhm miiiiilk.”

Me, softly, from my bedroom. “Go back to bed.”

“No. Miiiiiilk.”

Whining ensues. Tired whining.

Me: “Go back to bed.”

“No. Maaaaama.  I hugry.”

A few more minutes of whining.

“Daaaaady. I whan warhm miiiilk.”

Sternly, “Go back to bed. Night night.”

“Maaaaama.  Miiiiilk.”

This went on for over an hour. Eventually, his will broke and he found his way back to bed. Hmpfh. Hungry indeed.  Just stay the fuck in bed, kid.

Rest. 

Ah summer. Late nights sipping wine on the deck. Kids sound asleep by 7pm.

Wait.  What?

Oh right. That was just a dream.

Sigh.

While I generally love summertime, since becoming a mother I quietly detest the longer daylight hours. Who in their right minds would willingly want to go to bed when the sun is still shining?  Certainly not my brood.

Certainly not.

Yet, the downside is a cranky child …er, children, who are completely unreasonable when tired. And loud. Oh my God, loud.

And the loudest is the baby. Not so much a baby anymore. He’ll be 2 in the fall and he might as well be 5. He screeches louder than the older two and for longer. He can reach pitches even the most well-trained operatic singers probably can’t reach.

I just want them all to rest. To sleep. And to shut.the.fuck.up.

Too much to ask?