... it's another.
Isn't that what they always say?
Can you guess what we've been doing?
Well, my poor Sambo caught a horrible virus and is still running fever. He's back asleep now (after waking up at 5am burning hot!) so I'm trying to play catch up. I have a lot of other posts to do later.
The night before last, Sam cried out in the night several times, but you know me, Mother of the Year, I never went to check on him because he was never hysterical and always calmed back down; and I never heard him coughing or gagging... but when I went to wake him up yesterday morning there was vomit all over his bed, all in his hair, ya know, just what you want to wake up to... and he was so lethargic he could barely sit up in the tub. I got him washed and set up in the recliner and he was just wimpy the whole morning.
Finally around lunch he had been drinking fluids little by little and even ate a few crackers and some apple and I thought we were over it; I went to put in a load of towels in the dryer and start another load; then I walked back into the den to check on him, and when I saw him, his lips were blue, the color had drained from his face, and his head was slumped over but his eyes were open. My first thought was that he had choked on something - I jerked him up and started screaming "Sam! Sam!" and basically shaking him, patting his back, etc, trying to get him to 'wake up' and respond; he was breathing but his eyes were just glassed over; finally he came around but his speech was slurred and he was just groggy and out of it; that was seriously the scariest moment I've had as a parent to date. I thought I was going to have to call 9-11. I grabbed his cup and just cradled him on the floor and started making him drink nonstop, meanwhile calling my friend Jamie to bring the gatorade she had offered earlier, and I was crying so hard; it had just been an overwhelming day already. Wendy came soon after that with more gatorade and a large diet coke for me (thank you Lord!) and I put Sam back in his seat and just made him drink as much as he could. He was EXHAUSTED, so I was trying to watch him and make sure he was responsive, all the while trying to let him rest, which was hard to do.
I noticed at one point he had a poopy diaper so I took him to the bathroom to change him (this was around 1:30pm) and the vomiting started again; and he threw up for almost 10 minutes straight. All over me, my hair, my shirt, the floor, the rugs, the vanity... everywhere. So I stripped him down, back to the tub we went... and then poopy explosion in the tub... ahhhhhhghgh! I'm sure you all heard me screaming at that point. That is also the point where I called Chad and said, "COME HOME NOW" and hung up. And this was ALSO the point where my friend Sara came and dropped off ANOTHER large diet coke at my front door. (I have the best friends, yes I know.)
Finally I got him bathed (in my bathtub of course) and settled back down in the recliner, where he napped until around 4:30pm; I gave him fluids by syringe in his sleep; he'd wake up a little bit to drink and then go right back to sleep. Chad came home around 3pm and I just broke down and cried. I had not even put the straws in my cokes yet and they had been sitting on my counter for a few hours; and I had not had one bite to eat all day long. Needless to say, I was exhausted - physically, mentally, emotionally.
Thankfully by last night he was feeling better; Daddy brought home some prizes and little buddy played for a while and was acting like a normal toddler again, attitude and all (and he got away with it, too!) He went to bed in his bed and woke up at 5am with a fever again but hopefully (please, please, please, Lord!) we are on the upswing and the nasty bug has left his system.
Please pray for my little Sambo. And PLEASE pray that none of us catch this virus.