Well, Kyra and Anika are now pretty fully recovered, but Faith had the flu earlier in the week (fever only lasted two days for her instead of seven like Kyra or five like Anika). She’s not sick anymore, but now my husband has it and has been mostly zombified since Thursday. He seems worse every day. Then this morning Faith was in her high chair watching me, Anika, and Kyra make pancakes and started freaking out for no reason. I picked her up and she started pointing at her arm.
She was crying so much she was shaking, wouldn’t let anyone touch her arm, and totally melted if we put her down, changed position, or gave her to another person (like from Mom to Dad). So off to the doc she and I went. By the time we got there she had settled down almost entirely but still seemed a bit touchy about the arm.
Last year when Anika broke her arm we didn’t figure it out for an
entire week because after the initial incident (her brother jumping on her arm on the trampoline) she seemed perfectly fine unless her arm got twisted a certain way which didn’t happen very often. Since we were already at the doctor’s office, I decided to go ahead and have Faith checked out even though she seemed better. And……. now we get to go get X-rays on Monday. Hurray!
Her arm is showing the exact same symptoms as Anika’s: seems fine unless it gets rotated a bit and then she looks like “Hey, don’t touch me” and has that same pained, worried look on her face. I can’t figure out how she possibly could have broken it (pretty sure Georgie was not involved this time though). Pancake Making, the violent spectator sport. Who knew? Argh!
Anyway, this flu thing has been here for a solid week and a half now and I’ll be at 35 weeks tomorrow. I’m getting a bit tired. Or a lot tired. Sort of exhausted-ish. I half wish I could catch the flu after my husband gets done with it so I could sit around and not move for three or four days. Actually, no I don’t wish that. All those guys have been pretty miserable who have had it. George can’t sleep, is hot and cold at the same time, and says his eyes hurt too much to watch TV. That doesn’t sound good. Anika had a 104.5 degree fever. I think I’d rather avoid that too if possible. Kyra was sick for a week. Nope, I don’t want that either. I think I’ve been basically supporting the AirBorne corporation in an effort to not get sick (so far it’s been working!).
What I really wish is that I could deliver. Then I could rest
for awhile afterwards and not have a baby in my stomach. Double good! George just asked me what I was doing and then asked “why” when I told him I was blogging. Most of my social contact lately has been with people who are running fevers and asking for soup or sitting on my lap crying all day. It’s been a
really fun week….
I think my parents might take my older kids to church with them tomorrow. I’m supposed to be “protecting Faith’s arm from further injury” until the X-ray (and exactly how I’m to do that wasn’t clearly outlined… If only I could temporarily change her from a two year old into say, a seven year old, that would be much easier), and I don’t really want to leave zombie man since he’s too sick to make himself soup or tea, which has been most of his diet for the last three days. Alice, if you’re reading this, we will not be coming to fellowship tomorrow after church. I’m sorry we’re missing again!
Well, they’ve discovered that I’m not napping (I haven’t been sleeping too well myself lately. For some reason there’s a giant bowling ball in my way), and George is back up here in bed, which means I’m back on duty. He took a nap and then went downstairs while I tossed and turned in a failed effort to nap. Now he’s back up here in bed and mentioned something about Trinity and Anika making something in the kitchen.
This may need a bit of monitoring, although we gave Anika a kids’ no-bake cookbook for her birthday and the girls made something out of that all by themselves yesterday. It took me 20 minutes to unglue the cookbook pages after they were done and took them at least half an hour to clean up all the powdered sugar that clung to every surface of the kitchen, but they did make their frosted graham crackers all by themselves and if they can clean up their own mess (which they did admirably yesterday), then I don’t mind too much if they make one in the first place. Plus, it kept them happy and occupied for at least an hour. Well, I can hear Faith fussing. Guess it’s really time for me to go. But it’s so quiet up here….. :( (pout, pout, whine, whine. Okay, I’m done now.)
Rachel
Written by Rachel Shubin ~ Fiendish friend for effusive fun!
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