Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Eva has been sick with a high fever and vomiting since Sunday night, so I have been engaged in 24-hour parenting. (Okay, so I'm always on call 24/7, but I don't usually get more than one call during the night shift...)
Thankfully, the vomiting has passed, but she has the kind of fever that brings on pain and tenderness all over her body, plus the occasional hallucination.
All she wants is to be held. Constantly. By me and me alone.
Here is my list of accomplishments for Monday: took a shower.
After Eva went to bed, I cut out and filed my coupons from Sunday.
Tuesday: quick trip to the grocery store! (Because now Max is home sick with a fever as well. And Eva's alternating doses of Tylenol and Motrin actually brought her fever down enough so that she could sit and watch a show without me. For a bit.)
Marc brought home a new thermometer since our old one died, and I thought maybe her fever was gone because she was acting more like herself. No. It was just down to 100.5, which evidently is great cause for celebration.
Funnily enough, she wanted to stop on her way to bed for "one more snuggle." We'd done nothing but snuggle all day long! I laughed, and congratulated myself for not screaming.
After Eva went to bed tonight, I folded one load of laundry and watched a little bit of Brideshead Revisited. And now I am going to bed, because who knows how much sleep I will get tonight.
Ah. Now I remember how difficult it is when my children are sick. Especially in December, when losing entire days is more painful than usual.