Tennyson has been sick for two days. If ever there was a boy who needs to eat, it is that one. He is literally skin and bones right now because he hasn't been able to keep anything down. His body didn't have any fat to spare. You can see just how strong and toned he is as every muscle is defined.
Thankfully, he is asleep now.
He has been so hungry and it's been hard for him to understand why we wouldn't just give him something to eat.
Poor thing.
Showing posts with label sick kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick kids. Show all posts
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Thursday, November 17, 2011
'Tis the time of year
The first thing out of Sanders' mouth this morning was, "Mom, my tummy hurt."
10 minutes later the poor thing was dry heaving into a bowl. That's right. I have a two year old that made it into the bowl all 6 times today.
It's hard to watch your baby throw up. I think it's even harder to watch them dry heave. Their little bodies trying to expel what isn't there with such force that I am always surprised that their little face return their normal shade after such an experience.
By 3:00 pm he was begging for food. Sneaking into the kitchen any time he got out of my site and ramming anything he could find in his mouth before I could stop him. Thankfully, he never threw up after he started eating again.
When Kevin return home at 6:00pm a bouncing, running Sanders greeted him with high energy, "Hi Dad! I'm sick!" before disappearing around the corner to play some other game.
I wish I knew what made him so sick this morning, but I'm glad he's on the mend.
I am praying no one else get it.
Keep your fingers crossed.
10 minutes later the poor thing was dry heaving into a bowl. That's right. I have a two year old that made it into the bowl all 6 times today.
It's hard to watch your baby throw up. I think it's even harder to watch them dry heave. Their little bodies trying to expel what isn't there with such force that I am always surprised that their little face return their normal shade after such an experience.
By 3:00 pm he was begging for food. Sneaking into the kitchen any time he got out of my site and ramming anything he could find in his mouth before I could stop him. Thankfully, he never threw up after he started eating again.
When Kevin return home at 6:00pm a bouncing, running Sanders greeted him with high energy, "Hi Dad! I'm sick!" before disappearing around the corner to play some other game.
I wish I knew what made him so sick this morning, but I'm glad he's on the mend.
I am praying no one else get it.
Keep your fingers crossed.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
On the mend
Tennyson, after throwing up a few more times this morning, was finally able to keep a few crackers down tonight!
It's a good thing too because that boy does not have any weight to lose. At this point he just looks Ethiopian and you can see his rib cage from the front and from the back. It will be full fat, with extra fat, sprinkled with a bit of fat on the top meals for him for the next few days.
I, on the other hand, have been self medicating with chocolate and sugar while Kev's been gone. Top that off with not being able to go work out and well....lets just say I'm looking and feeling the opposite of an Ethiopian. Ah well, I've gotten it off twice...this won't be anything but a hat trick.
It's a good thing too because that boy does not have any weight to lose. At this point he just looks Ethiopian and you can see his rib cage from the front and from the back. It will be full fat, with extra fat, sprinkled with a bit of fat on the top meals for him for the next few days.
I, on the other hand, have been self medicating with chocolate and sugar while Kev's been gone. Top that off with not being able to go work out and well....lets just say I'm looking and feeling the opposite of an Ethiopian. Ah well, I've gotten it off twice...this won't be anything but a hat trick.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Still sick
Tennyson is still sick. But he's still peeing. So that's good. He threw up a few more times today and slept a combined total of 7 hours today only to be complete zonked out by 7:30 tonight.
Sanders also took two naps today. That was wonderful because I was a walking zombie! Sanders didn't do much today either. He is losing liquid as well, but from the other end. Sigh.
I also was reminded how awesome my neighborhood and friends are. I had SO many offers for dinner and taking care of healthy kids so I could sleep, and so much more. It's hard but nice to be on the receiving end of service. It always reminds me how much I really enjoy giving service, especially when I have such a personal reminder, like today, at how much it it can change a persons day.
Only 3 more sleeps until Kev gets home. Only 11 more days until Market. I feel slightly, OK maybe a smidge more than slightly, anxious that I will get everything done.
11 days and I'll find out which cross road I will be taking. The road to debuting my own line in the Fall or the road where I try even harder at Fall market but this time armed with experience. Either one I feel like will be further than I am right now. Both have such amazing potential. I'm excited to see where I belong!
Sanders also took two naps today. That was wonderful because I was a walking zombie! Sanders didn't do much today either. He is losing liquid as well, but from the other end. Sigh.
I also was reminded how awesome my neighborhood and friends are. I had SO many offers for dinner and taking care of healthy kids so I could sleep, and so much more. It's hard but nice to be on the receiving end of service. It always reminds me how much I really enjoy giving service, especially when I have such a personal reminder, like today, at how much it it can change a persons day.
Only 3 more sleeps until Kev gets home. Only 11 more days until Market. I feel slightly, OK maybe a smidge more than slightly, anxious that I will get everything done.
11 days and I'll find out which cross road I will be taking. The road to debuting my own line in the Fall or the road where I try even harder at Fall market but this time armed with experience. Either one I feel like will be further than I am right now. Both have such amazing potential. I'm excited to see where I belong!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Don't fight your body
There is only so much fighting a two year old can manage before their body insists that, because they are sick, they must take a nap.....right.........now
Poor Tennyson. He's had a fever since Dec. 30. It breaks with medicine, but keeps returning. We will give him until Monday and then off to the Doctor's we go.
I told him, " I'm sorry you are sick, Buddy."
He matter of factley told me,"It's O-tay. I'm pine."
You're fine are you?
Hmmmm, usually when people are fine they can make it to their beds for a nap. But, maybe that's just me.
Poor Tennyson. He's had a fever since Dec. 30. It breaks with medicine, but keeps returning. We will give him until Monday and then off to the Doctor's we go.
I told him, " I'm sorry you are sick, Buddy."
He matter of factley told me,"It's O-tay. I'm pine."
You're fine are you?
Hmmmm, usually when people are fine they can make it to their beds for a nap. But, maybe that's just me.
Monday, August 17, 2009
And then there was one.....
.......actually, there were three left over, but we are counting our blessings that the littlest two were not numbered among the troops.
To fully appreciate what I mean we need to start before the beginning. Stay with me now. I promise it will make sense.
Kevin had been gone all week in Texas for work. The kids and I were surviving but anxious to have him come on Friday, August 7 because that's when our family vacation to Bear Lake was scheduled to start.
In the Early hours on Friday, 1 AM to be exact, Karaia woke up with a stomach ache which promptly turned into a stomach that felt just fine considering she had thrown-up all over the carpet. Sigh.
For the next five hours the poor thing battled nausea, diarrhea, and thirst. Finally around 6 am she felt fine enough to sleep. I, however, was not allowed that luxury. The second Karaia's eyes closed Tennyson's and Sanders' eyes opened. The day had began. Sleep or no sleep, it was time to be a mom for the day.
I kept a close eye on Karaia the rest of the day. After all, today was Friday. Kevin was coming home, we were supposed to head up to the Lake today, AND if anyone needed a vacation I did! Two hours before Kevin's flight landed I made the decision that Karaia was on the mend and could indeed make the trip. That was the decision of all decisions.......
Karaia was fine, tired, but fine. Everyone else was fine, tired, but fine. Shortly after Kevin returned home from his two weeks away on business (with a short trip home during the weekend) we packed up the van anxious to reconnect as a family and relax.
Saturday proved to be too cold to go out boating or even outside. All of the Daly side was able to come. So the 17 of us stayed inside enjoying each others company and the beauty of our surrounding from the cozy warm couches.
By Saturday night everyone was not fine. Beckham and Tennyson had started throwing up. Kevin and I spent much of the night helping them through the worst of it and trying to explain to Tennyson why he couldn't have a drink.
Sunday came. Beckham was better. Tennyson was still throwing up now and then.
Sunday night came. Tennyson had stopped throwing up but was very tired. Beckham was fine and eating rice crispy treats. We felt that everyone was OK enough for family pictures. We completely captured Tennyson's mood. Priceless.
Monday brought the first good weather. Most of the family headed down for the beach, boating, and sunbathing. I stayed behind with Mr. T who still seemed to be struggling to get over the illness. By the afternoon he had perked up enough and I thought a day in the sand was just what he need to get the rest of the way there.
Kevin and I were in charge of dinner Monday night and everything was cooking slower than planned. Meanwhile, the boat had decided to come home because, that's right, Belle had thrown-up. Shortly followed by McKinley.
I was overwhelmed by guilt. What had I done! I had no idea we had brought a bug with us!
Then I heard it. A sound I had grown to, unfortunately, know well. But where was it coming from? The basement? Upstairs? OH no! BOTH!
People started throwing- up at the same. exact. time. From that point the troops started dropping like flies. Within a half hour of everyone being home we had 7, count them, SEVEN people throwing-up. Those of us that remained, Me, Greg, Landon, Candace, and Jim (not counting the babies Sanders, and Aliyah thank goodness!) moved into hyper mode. First, I had a little melt down because I felt SO horrible at what we had caused. I had no way of knowing but seriously, seven out of seventeen people. Put yourself in my shoes. It was awful. The rest of the night was spent running up and down the three levels, cleaning bathrooms, and emptying bowls.
The one tender spot of this experience was being surrounded by the power of the priesthood. I was humbled and grateful for such wonderful men in my and my children's lives. The first blessings came when Beckham and Tennyson where sick. Monday night, nearly everyone received a blessing. There is no way to deny the truthfulness of the Gospel when you are in the room for 9 blessings withing two days. It was a very sacred experience for me.
Tuesday morning brought with it health for most. Everyone felt better, but tired. My kids were feeling MUCH better and had way, WAY, too much energy for all of the newly recovered. Time to head to the beach.
We had a wonderful time. The weather was perfect, the water was not too cold, and the kids loved every second of it. Just what we needed.
Everyone had a lot more energy upon our return home and we settled in for an uneventful night.
10:30 pm rolled around and I knew my night would be less than boring. I felt it coming. After 4 nights of taking care of people, and little sleep, my body could no longer fight off whatever it was we were fighting. Once again, a sleepless night.
Wednesday everyone but me was feeling great and, once again, headed for the beach and boating while I tried to rejoin the land of the living.
Thursday it was time to clean up and go home. But we weren't done yet. Candace woke up that morning and threw-up.
Thus bringing the total to 14 out of the 17 people in our family experiencing a painful, yet memorable, family vacation.
The whole seven days I was there I never got to set foot in the boat. There just wasn't any time.
It is funny now, sort of.
At least we will always remember, "that one time at Bear Lake when everyone......"
I think I would be OK if this is the ONLY memory like that.
To fully appreciate what I mean we need to start before the beginning. Stay with me now. I promise it will make sense.
Kevin had been gone all week in Texas for work. The kids and I were surviving but anxious to have him come on Friday, August 7 because that's when our family vacation to Bear Lake was scheduled to start.
In the Early hours on Friday, 1 AM to be exact, Karaia woke up with a stomach ache which promptly turned into a stomach that felt just fine considering she had thrown-up all over the carpet. Sigh.
For the next five hours the poor thing battled nausea, diarrhea, and thirst. Finally around 6 am she felt fine enough to sleep. I, however, was not allowed that luxury. The second Karaia's eyes closed Tennyson's and Sanders' eyes opened. The day had began. Sleep or no sleep, it was time to be a mom for the day.
I kept a close eye on Karaia the rest of the day. After all, today was Friday. Kevin was coming home, we were supposed to head up to the Lake today, AND if anyone needed a vacation I did! Two hours before Kevin's flight landed I made the decision that Karaia was on the mend and could indeed make the trip. That was the decision of all decisions.......
Karaia was fine, tired, but fine. Everyone else was fine, tired, but fine. Shortly after Kevin returned home from his two weeks away on business (with a short trip home during the weekend) we packed up the van anxious to reconnect as a family and relax.
Saturday proved to be too cold to go out boating or even outside. All of the Daly side was able to come. So the 17 of us stayed inside enjoying each others company and the beauty of our surrounding from the cozy warm couches.
By Saturday night everyone was not fine. Beckham and Tennyson had started throwing up. Kevin and I spent much of the night helping them through the worst of it and trying to explain to Tennyson why he couldn't have a drink.
Sunday came. Beckham was better. Tennyson was still throwing up now and then.
Sunday night came. Tennyson had stopped throwing up but was very tired. Beckham was fine and eating rice crispy treats. We felt that everyone was OK enough for family pictures. We completely captured Tennyson's mood. Priceless.
Monday brought the first good weather. Most of the family headed down for the beach, boating, and sunbathing. I stayed behind with Mr. T who still seemed to be struggling to get over the illness. By the afternoon he had perked up enough and I thought a day in the sand was just what he need to get the rest of the way there.
Kevin and I were in charge of dinner Monday night and everything was cooking slower than planned. Meanwhile, the boat had decided to come home because, that's right, Belle had thrown-up. Shortly followed by McKinley.
I was overwhelmed by guilt. What had I done! I had no idea we had brought a bug with us!
Then I heard it. A sound I had grown to, unfortunately, know well. But where was it coming from? The basement? Upstairs? OH no! BOTH!
People started throwing- up at the same. exact. time. From that point the troops started dropping like flies. Within a half hour of everyone being home we had 7, count them, SEVEN people throwing-up. Those of us that remained, Me, Greg, Landon, Candace, and Jim (not counting the babies Sanders, and Aliyah thank goodness!) moved into hyper mode. First, I had a little melt down because I felt SO horrible at what we had caused. I had no way of knowing but seriously, seven out of seventeen people. Put yourself in my shoes. It was awful. The rest of the night was spent running up and down the three levels, cleaning bathrooms, and emptying bowls.
The one tender spot of this experience was being surrounded by the power of the priesthood. I was humbled and grateful for such wonderful men in my and my children's lives. The first blessings came when Beckham and Tennyson where sick. Monday night, nearly everyone received a blessing. There is no way to deny the truthfulness of the Gospel when you are in the room for 9 blessings withing two days. It was a very sacred experience for me.
Tuesday morning brought with it health for most. Everyone felt better, but tired. My kids were feeling MUCH better and had way, WAY, too much energy for all of the newly recovered. Time to head to the beach.
We had a wonderful time. The weather was perfect, the water was not too cold, and the kids loved every second of it. Just what we needed.
Everyone had a lot more energy upon our return home and we settled in for an uneventful night.
10:30 pm rolled around and I knew my night would be less than boring. I felt it coming. After 4 nights of taking care of people, and little sleep, my body could no longer fight off whatever it was we were fighting. Once again, a sleepless night.
Wednesday everyone but me was feeling great and, once again, headed for the beach and boating while I tried to rejoin the land of the living.
Thursday it was time to clean up and go home. But we weren't done yet. Candace woke up that morning and threw-up.
Thus bringing the total to 14 out of the 17 people in our family experiencing a painful, yet memorable, family vacation.
The whole seven days I was there I never got to set foot in the boat. There just wasn't any time.
It is funny now, sort of.
At least we will always remember, "that one time at Bear Lake when everyone......"
I think I would be OK if this is the ONLY memory like that.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Battling bugs
The boys are sick. I have been cleaning up bodily fluids, that really should remain in the body or at least remain contained in the diaper, for two long days.
Last night, Beckham, poor kid, was woken up by his dinner wanting out. I put him in a bath so I could change the sheets and spray Lysol on anything I remembered him touching that day. I was checking on him between sprays 'cause he's three and all "How to be a good Parent" books clearly state that you should avoid having any of your children drown.
After a particularly successful spray of the railing, I entered the bathroom to find Beckham lying on his back relaxing in the calming water.......completely asleep! Thank goodness I was checking! I was almost tempted to take a picture because he was so peaceful with his hands and feet floating like that, but thought better of it due to the nakedness factor. He'll thank me later when I tell that story to his girlfriend and I don't have pictures to go along with it.
Anyway, the boys are sick, I am carrying the Lysol around like it's an oxygen tank, and I think I can see a cloud plume of disinfectant protection starting to form near the ceilings.
Last night, Beckham, poor kid, was woken up by his dinner wanting out. I put him in a bath so I could change the sheets and spray Lysol on anything I remembered him touching that day. I was checking on him between sprays 'cause he's three and all "How to be a good Parent" books clearly state that you should avoid having any of your children drown.
After a particularly successful spray of the railing, I entered the bathroom to find Beckham lying on his back relaxing in the calming water.......completely asleep! Thank goodness I was checking! I was almost tempted to take a picture because he was so peaceful with his hands and feet floating like that, but thought better of it due to the nakedness factor. He'll thank me later when I tell that story to his girlfriend and I don't have pictures to go along with it.
Anyway, the boys are sick, I am carrying the Lysol around like it's an oxygen tank, and I think I can see a cloud plume of disinfectant protection starting to form near the ceilings.
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