...But we are sick too and you are our parents; get up and take care of us!
Howdy Folks
I am back from the dead and want to apologize ahead of time; I have several posts that I will be putting out in the next day or so and this is going to be long. I was pretty sick there for a couple of weeks and could think of things to write but just couldn't muster up the energy to type (whaaa, I am such a baby when I am sick).
It started out with Liam getting sick about a month ago. After he had got better, he came and showed me a patch of red rash in the middle of his back. I didn't think much of it, but by the next morning, it had gotten bigger, so we went to the clinic. Well, a trip to the pediatrician and then a dermatologist and pediatric derm and finds out the kid has shingles. Is he Ten years old or Seventy? It spread from his back to the front of his chest, in his armpit and down his arms to his finger. Thank god it was Liam though, he didn't complain once, and my boy took it like a champ.
The following week saw my daughter Mary Grace come down with the flu on a Thursday. By the end of the weekend, everyone in the house had made a trip to Urgent Care Clinic and come home with a shiny box or bottle of Tamiflu ($85 after insurance deduction, what a racket). As we all lay sick I realized that adults get hit a little harder than the younguns. We were all tested and had the same strain of flu, but were the flu to our kids meant they walked down the stairs rather than run, for Pam and I, heavy emphasis on me, could not sit up or stay awake for more than 30 minutes at a time. Hence the title of the blog, I heard that twice from the kids looking for food.
After everyone else got better, I remained sick and spent three days sleeping on the bed in the day and couch at night. Finally, Pam made me go to the clinic again and $80 in antibiotics later I came home to sleep off pneumonia. Further proving that if left on my own I would have been dead long ago.
It is still better than the toddler days, and the only other time everyone in the house was sick. At that point, we had a good amount of day to day taking care of the triplets was on auto-pilot. Our living room was a big playpen. It was not perfect having four doorways to the outside, dining room, kitchen, and stairs, but we have had a serious of baby gates and barricades to keep them in and contained.
Rarely did we have all kids sick or hurt or crying at the same time but those couple times it happened were stressful, to say the least. It's the weekend, and everyone is sick, but Pam is the most and cannot leave her bed. I had the triplets who were three all sick and Celia who is getting over being sick helping me. Not to get into much detail, but the combination of gastric distress and diapers times three will stress anyone diaper budget and clean clothes, and that was the case. Liam is now in his third outfit and tells me he needs to be changed again. At the same time, Dignan being an instigator has taken Celia's dolls and thrown them over the gate into the kitchen again as I am changing Liam. Celia is angry at Dignan, so I tell him he has to get the dolls over the gate when I realize that I don't have any clean clothes or diapers for Liam in the dining room. At that same time, Dignan can't reach the dolls or open the gate, so Celia picks him up to lean him into the kitchen. When she picks up Dignan in a bear hug, he throws up on her face and chest.
Celia starts screaming, so I leave Liam with just a t-shirt and run into the living room. Celia is crying from getting sick on, Dignan is crying because he thinks he is getting in trouble and Mary Grace is crying because.......well, I don't know why she is crying. I am cleaning up Celia and need to get another outfit for her, and I hear Liam yelling "don't worry Dad I find it" I got a new shirt for Celia, cleaned her up and walk back to the dining room with Liam. He thought he could find his diaper by walking around the room but at the same time has a case of the Skidoos. The new rug in the dining room looks like a Pollack painting and Pam yells down wanting to know if I can get them to quiet down.
At that point, I thought "the next person who tells me that God only gives you as much as you can handle" is getting punched in the face.
I am back from the dead and want to apologize ahead of time; I have several posts that I will be putting out in the next day or so and this is going to be long. I was pretty sick there for a couple of weeks and could think of things to write but just couldn't muster up the energy to type (whaaa, I am such a baby when I am sick).
It started out with Liam getting sick about a month ago. After he had got better, he came and showed me a patch of red rash in the middle of his back. I didn't think much of it, but by the next morning, it had gotten bigger, so we went to the clinic. Well, a trip to the pediatrician and then a dermatologist and pediatric derm and finds out the kid has shingles. Is he Ten years old or Seventy? It spread from his back to the front of his chest, in his armpit and down his arms to his finger. Thank god it was Liam though, he didn't complain once, and my boy took it like a champ.
After everyone else got better, I remained sick and spent three days sleeping on the bed in the day and couch at night. Finally, Pam made me go to the clinic again and $80 in antibiotics later I came home to sleep off pneumonia. Further proving that if left on my own I would have been dead long ago.
It is still better than the toddler days, and the only other time everyone in the house was sick. At that point, we had a good amount of day to day taking care of the triplets was on auto-pilot. Our living room was a big playpen. It was not perfect having four doorways to the outside, dining room, kitchen, and stairs, but we have had a serious of baby gates and barricades to keep them in and contained.
Rarely did we have all kids sick or hurt or crying at the same time but those couple times it happened were stressful, to say the least. It's the weekend, and everyone is sick, but Pam is the most and cannot leave her bed. I had the triplets who were three all sick and Celia who is getting over being sick helping me. Not to get into much detail, but the combination of gastric distress and diapers times three will stress anyone diaper budget and clean clothes, and that was the case. Liam is now in his third outfit and tells me he needs to be changed again. At the same time, Dignan being an instigator has taken Celia's dolls and thrown them over the gate into the kitchen again as I am changing Liam. Celia is angry at Dignan, so I tell him he has to get the dolls over the gate when I realize that I don't have any clean clothes or diapers for Liam in the dining room. At that same time, Dignan can't reach the dolls or open the gate, so Celia picks him up to lean him into the kitchen. When she picks up Dignan in a bear hug, he throws up on her face and chest.
Celia starts screaming, so I leave Liam with just a t-shirt and run into the living room. Celia is crying from getting sick on, Dignan is crying because he thinks he is getting in trouble and Mary Grace is crying because.......well, I don't know why she is crying. I am cleaning up Celia and need to get another outfit for her, and I hear Liam yelling "don't worry Dad I find it" I got a new shirt for Celia, cleaned her up and walk back to the dining room with Liam. He thought he could find his diaper by walking around the room but at the same time has a case of the Skidoos. The new rug in the dining room looks like a Pollack painting and Pam yells down wanting to know if I can get them to quiet down.
At that point, I thought "the next person who tells me that God only gives you as much as you can handle" is getting punched in the face.
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