Saturday, May 22, 2010

How You Can Tell It's My Life

Remember how we were all playing at the beach yesterday?
Everything seemed so nice.
Like it was going better.

Well, what you don't know is that was a 2 hour window when Baby seemed better.

Before that my day started with Baby puking. Then hustling to get the house ready for a morning showing and our trip to visit Kiki at the beach.

I loaded the car with puke supplies:

and we hoped for the best.

Baby didn't ever puke but she was clearly not doing well. She was running a fever and uncomfortable. I fretted and wondered what would be better turning around and handling it all alone in Asheville, or making it to Myrtle Beach and having someone to entertain Kid while I tended to Baby.

I chose the later.

We made it and she perked up. She seemed revived by the beach.

I thought we had made it through the worst.

But then she was moody and irritable and a little feverish that night.

Of course, this is the first trip I've ever taken without my trusted thermometer and tylenol (seriously).

By this morning she was scarily listless and nodding off in a weird coma like state that she couldn't/wouldn't be woken from.

She hadn't peed in over 24 hours and was obviously severely dehydrated.

She finally woke up and came to the table.

Her heart was racing, her hands were shaking, and I was starting to freak the fuck out.

I think I stayed fairly calm on the outside.

She sat down and drank and drank and drank (5 cups back to back).

I was hopeful.

But then she nodded back off and wouldn't stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time.

I got a thermometer and some tylenol and motrin.

No fever.

Still no pee.

Still coma sleeping:

We went to the beach so Kid could play with Kiki (don't worry we were closer to the hospital):

I stripped Baby down and sprinkled water on her body and let the wind keep her cooled. And let her sleep.

I watched her breathing (not strained).

I took her temperature (still broken).

I let her be.

Several hours later it started to rain.

We lugged everything up from the beach.

Baby woke up and seemed better.

Kid gets in the car.

And says:

"My tummy hurts."

It starts over again.

P.S. Baby finally peed (horray! No trip to the ER for her... phew... that was a close one).

P.P.S. If you were thinking that Kid's puke-fest on Tuesday was actually a virus that Baby ended up getting... like I thought... we were both wrong. That was one of her isolated incidents. Today... this.... gallon of strawberry puke (for real, I cannot believe someone's stomach could hold so much) THIS is the virus that Baby has that now Kid has. This is no joke. I cannot wait to get it on the drive home tomorrow.

P.P.P.S Yes I canceled the baby for Monday just in case I can't even get back to Asheville in time. Or in case I'm hugging the toilet by then myself.

10 comments:

julie said...

This is insane. INSANE.

World, please give Mrs F a flipping break.

I guess you truly can't take a vacation from your life;) You take your show on the road.

I am crossing my fingers and toes that you do NOT get sick in the car on the way home. Hopefully it will wait until you get home (because you know you are going to get the puke fest, too.

Kiki said...

Julie, We are NOT letting her drive home if there is one sign of her not being 100% (plus its an excuse for her to stay longer)...and we have loved every minute of having them here! When Kid and Baby are feeling well they are SO FUN to be with and even when they're not feeling well they are just so sweet all you want to do is cuddle with them!!!

julie said...

Kiki,
You are the best thing for Mrs F right now. She needs all of your love and kindness. I heart Kiki, too:)

Kiki said...

Julie...the feeling is mutual on both fronts...you are amazing and my door is always open to you!!!!

Mr Furious said...

Well, just got off the phone with Mrs F and the family is back in Asheville now and seemingly doing better.

--

Enough of this shit already. Can my family not go to the goddamn beach for the weekend without a trip to the Emergency Room hanging over them like a freaking shadow? WTF?

Mrs F is correct, I was losing it yesterday—it was a coin flip between going postal and sobbing for her. Nothing could make me feel more worthless than knowing everything was unraveling and I cannot help her at all.

The saving grace was knowing that she was at Kiki's. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Kiki (and Claire). Thank you for taking care of my girls when I couldn't.

Deb said...

Oh, God, hon... I'm so sorry. My entire family ripped through this bug in a two-week period. It's awful. I hope you don't get it.

Torey said...

Oh my goodness. . .I don't even know what to say.

Seriously get your butts up to Michigan. We'll take care of you.

And Kiki, I love you too. If you are willing to deal with OTHER PEOPLE's kids' vomit, you must be a saint.

Mrs Furious said...

Torey,
"If you are willing to deal with OTHER PEOPLE's kids' vomit, you must be a saint."
For real. And she has cream colored couches... so... it's even more saintly. ;)

angie said...

what can i say that hasn't been said. my heart truly hurts for you guys. and yep, get back up here and 7 houses away from me. and kiki, you rock.

Kiki said...

Hey Guys, Seriously all hail to Mrs.F, she was handling all the puke and keeping vigil over both kid's health, I just tried to be as supportive as I could. Mrs. F was seriously Supermom....she managed to soothe both children the entire time they were sick and she was so kind and loving the entire time, she did not lose her patience (or her cool) the whole time!!

Plus, her kid's are so sweet, so precious, even when sick that isn't hard to love on them.

Mr.F....I was glad to be, in some small way, of help to Mrs.F .....I was touched that she knew if she could get to me, I'd do what I could to help her in any way possible!

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