I was never blessed with a strong immune system. I am thankful living in California most of my life, that I never had to deal with the real winter sickness that goes about. Living in Utah is a different story. I seem to be sick from end of October through March and it drives me nuts. Before I became a mom, it was not too big of a deal-- after work I would rest and take care of myself. Being a mother is a different story, Mothers don't get to take sick days. What is even worse is when your child is sick too.
Thankfully the morning sickness stopped on Thanksgiving and has not returned. I still have horrible insomnia so I am tired from that, and I have given up caffeine completely this pregnancy, still don't know if it was a stupid or smart idea.
Anyways, on November 13 Zach was not feeling well one night and we couldn't figure out what was going on. We decided to take him to the ER because he was having symptoms of Meningitis (sp?) and that would be a very serious condition to have him around our family. So several hours later, 1 emptied bag of IV fluid and 4 tubes of blood later...... they had no clue what was wrong and sent us home. Zach was feeling better a few weeks later.
On Thanksgiving (Nov 24) We all went to the Lymans house to celebrate, Zach had another stomach bug or something and spent the entire day in bed and then had to work that night. After dinner the brothers and I went to Walmart while Madison stayed at Grandmas to play with her cousins, I came home an hour later to find out that my toddler had projectile vomited all over the kitchen floor. Awesome. Thankfully that was the end of that sickness and it was not the flu. Two days later you caught a nasty case of croup and were sick for about a week. One Monday morning I took you to the doctor to get a steroid and Motrin for the fever. It really seemed to help, but that night while Zach was at work you were extra coughy. While I was working upstairs, something told me I needed to check on you. As I walked down the stairs you started a coughing fit and when I opened the door to check on you, you coughed so hard you threw up. I turned on the light and realized that you weren't breathing after you threw up. I deep panic and fear fell in the pit of my stomach. I tried to get you to breathe but ran upstairs to grab my phone and call 911. Thankfully you took a breath and were ok. I was so scared that I called Zach, and said I was bringing you in. Only having one car, I had to call Grandma to come get us and take us there. I was so shaken up and upset. It was the scariest moment of my life. We arrived at the ER, Zach was cool calm and collected and I looked like a giant mess. They gave you a breathing treatment and watching you for a while. The treatment helped and after two hours of watching you, they sent you home.
After the croup was over, you caught a cold then as the cold was finishing, you caught this stomach bug. Again, you were at Grandmas house for a Christmas party sleep over with the cousins. Grandma called me in the morning to let me know you had throw up all night. So after three days of trying to figure out what was going on -- and lots of movie watching -- we had arrived on day 4. You still had extreme diarrhea and occasional vomiting. I called the doctor again just to make sure I was doing everything right to take care of you. The asked me to come in and check you. You had lost a little weight and they decided that you were dehydrated and needed to get some fluids in you, stupid me thought they would do that in the doctors office, but instead they sent me to the hospital. Again, Zach was at work, and again Grandma came along to help. We arrived at the pediatric floor of the hospital and got you all checked in. But now you had not eaten anything since your last throw up at 3pm and were completely empty but they would not give you anything to eat or drink until they got everything set up to do an IV. We went in the treatment room to get you the IV and Zach was able to sneak upstairs to help. It took 3 nurses and Zach and I holding her tightly to try and get the dang thing in. FIRST OF ALL the lady they let "try" was training and Madi was a super strong and wiggly little girl. THEY TRIED 7 TIMES to get an IV in. I was so upset. After 45 minutes of screaming and trying to poke her, I said I had enough and wanted to go back to our room, we could try again later if needed. Thankfully everything came back fine and they let her eat some crackers and Popsicle and again waited a few hours before sending us home. The entire next day was spent getting you as much fluids as possible and just resting.
It seems like the end of this sickness is near and I am so hopeful that this will be the last sickness of the season. I don't know where she keeps getting sick from because we don't go anywhere and shes not even in school to be around tons of kids. I think Madison was born with the same crap immune system I was. Poor kid.
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