Well, looking back on my post last weekend, it was too good to be true. The flu hit me Friday morning (really Thursday night) and forced me to leave work early Friday afternoon. I shivered my way through Friday night, but was lucky enough to get a dose of Tamaflu started in time to not ruin my entire weekend... Don't get me wrong, I'm finally just now getting out of bed, but I think it would have been a lot worse had I not had the medicine.
Not many pictures lately, but here's a new version of the alphabet brought to you by Emily. Enjoy!
I know nobody really wants to know about this next part, but for the reasons of doing this blog in the first place (digital memories and such) I think it's important to put in here... So, Emily's poop issues lately...
This started several weeks ago when she became very stopped up. We ended up calling the nurse line and getting a remedy for that, then we started Mirilax every day, which didn't seem to help at first. Well, then she didn't poop for two days straight, so yesterday I started worrying again, so called the nurse line.. again. We've been doing everything right, according to the nurse: fiber diet, mirilax, etc.
Well, we pumped her full of fiber bars, cookies, etc., even tried to get some mineral oil down her mixed with some juice, and nothing... until last night. She had one good one, then sounded off all night long :)
This morning she pooped three times within about 20 minutes... hahaha, she has become the poop factory! But, no pain! Doctor thought she was holding it in because of anxiety of the potty, so we're not even allowed to talk to her about pooping on the potty until about the end of school. When we do that, we have to do it a specific way: we have to tell her that it's up to her when she wants to go on the potty, but that until then, she doesn't get _______... That _______ is up to us, so we'll have to see what she really enjoys at the time, right now we're thinking watching Super Why! But we're really not sure yet. The main thing from the doctor was to give the responsibility to her, and no pressure. Yeah, that's easily said, she (the doctor) won't be the one changing her diaper when she's 18... Oh well, I just need to accept it :)
I'm very happy for at least one thing today, being finally out of bed... I can finally enjoy my favorite day of television of the year!
Off to the red carpet!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Weekend update
I've been afraid to write it down on this blog, thinking that once I did, I would curse myself, but I think I've made it through without getting sick... We'll see now that I've put it in writing what happens to me.
Emily had a good week at school, and exchanged valentines at school on Thursday. We both got to give mommy her cards and pictures, Emily loved the one that she picked out for her.
Not much else this week. We're ready for the cold to be over... Oh, and now that the oscars are back on, my favorite show of the entire year is coming up!
Emily had a good week at school, and exchanged valentines at school on Thursday. We both got to give mommy her cards and pictures, Emily loved the one that she picked out for her.
Not much else this week. We're ready for the cold to be over... Oh, and now that the oscars are back on, my favorite show of the entire year is coming up!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Science Museum
Trying to stay out of the house as much as possible yesterday, Emily, myself, Mema Marge and Chippa went to the Science Museum up in the city. After waiting in line to get in for about sixteen hours (or 20 minutes..) Emily had a great time. She loved playing in the water, looking at all the exhibits, and especially the huge tree house with the REALLY BIG slide! Pics below.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Sick!
I think it all started Monday... Olivia got a little sick, then Kaitlyn the next day. Wednesday Emily cried for several hours after school, and we couldn't figure out why until about 5:00 when she threw up. Then, for the next four hours, she threw up every ten minutes. The first two were the most fun as she'd run away from me thinking that may stop it from happening. After the four hours every ten minutes, then it was twice every 20 minutes, then twice every 30 minutes, then once 40 minutes later, then finally she was done.
She slept between us, and it got so bad that she'd stay asleep while she was throwing up; we'd just hold her head up next to the bowl and then lay her back down when she was done. Since we worry about everything (me? I know, you'd never expect), our concern was hydration, so I called Kyle, who let me talk to Sean (Crew Chief at EMSTAT) who managed to talk to a doctor over in the ER about what medicine I could take. I also talked to the nurse hotline, and went to Walgreens and asked the pharmacist. Turns out we didn't give her any medicine, just let it run its course. They all did, however, emphasize the need to give her fluids between episodes. The problem with that was every time we gave her something, it was 3 minutes between not 10. But, since everybody kept pushing the fact that we HAD to do it, we just kept shoving little sips down her. I'll tell you what, after 4 hours of watching that, 20 minutes was like heaven, and then when it reached the 40 minutes, wowie zowie did that feel nice!
Anyway, in the meantime Glenda got sick, and Brian got sick. With my expert skills, I deduced that 48 hours was the window of safety: if Leslie and I could make it 48 hours without getting sick, we were probably in the clear. As much as I hate throwing up, I knew I didn't want any "substance" coming back up, so I stuck with soup and crackers for my two days. Yesterday morning I felt like I was in the clear...
So I got home last night, had real food for the first time in two days (hamburgers and fries.. home made.. mmmm). I remember asking Leslie if she thought we were in the clear. Her response: "we're never in the clear... never"
So at 2:00 this morning, Leslie started. I remember her telling me a few days ago that if I thought I felt bad when I was nauseous, to imagine adding a pound or so lump doing flips constantly in your stomach while you feel like that.. UUUGGGHHHH. She's been up all night. I guess she was right, we're never safe... NEVER.
So, back to soup for me. The good news with this (if you can call it good news) is that thankfully we don't have it at the same time. I've resolved myself to the fact that I will too soon be heaving my toenails through my nostrils, but I keep telling myself that if Emily can do it for 6 hours, I should stop complaining so much.
Any bets on whether or not I make it out of this without getting it? While you are most certainly laughing right now at that possibility, let me tell you my version of this nightmare:
Leslie's sick today. Emily and I will probably get it again (because as everybody has informed us, not only does the flu shot not work with this strain of flu [this is why I never get a flu shot.. amazingly, EVERY YEAR, there seems to be a flu strain that EVERYBODY GETS that has nothing to do with that flu shot that the ONE year I had one I got more sick than ever before..], you can get it OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER AGAIN) within the next day or so. We'll be close to over it by Monday, but then Glenda and the kids will show up. Whatever is left in the house, they will catch. They will go home and infect their households and they will get sick. They'll turn around and get them re-sick, then they'll come back to our house and we'll get sick again. The cycle will NEVER END. How's that for a happy ending?
I eagerly await my fate. As I sign off, perhaps the last post of health for a while, I will quote one of my favorite Klingon philosophers: "Perhaps today IS a good day to die."
She slept between us, and it got so bad that she'd stay asleep while she was throwing up; we'd just hold her head up next to the bowl and then lay her back down when she was done. Since we worry about everything (me? I know, you'd never expect), our concern was hydration, so I called Kyle, who let me talk to Sean (Crew Chief at EMSTAT) who managed to talk to a doctor over in the ER about what medicine I could take. I also talked to the nurse hotline, and went to Walgreens and asked the pharmacist. Turns out we didn't give her any medicine, just let it run its course. They all did, however, emphasize the need to give her fluids between episodes. The problem with that was every time we gave her something, it was 3 minutes between not 10. But, since everybody kept pushing the fact that we HAD to do it, we just kept shoving little sips down her. I'll tell you what, after 4 hours of watching that, 20 minutes was like heaven, and then when it reached the 40 minutes, wowie zowie did that feel nice!
Anyway, in the meantime Glenda got sick, and Brian got sick. With my expert skills, I deduced that 48 hours was the window of safety: if Leslie and I could make it 48 hours without getting sick, we were probably in the clear. As much as I hate throwing up, I knew I didn't want any "substance" coming back up, so I stuck with soup and crackers for my two days. Yesterday morning I felt like I was in the clear...
So I got home last night, had real food for the first time in two days (hamburgers and fries.. home made.. mmmm). I remember asking Leslie if she thought we were in the clear. Her response: "we're never in the clear... never"
So at 2:00 this morning, Leslie started. I remember her telling me a few days ago that if I thought I felt bad when I was nauseous, to imagine adding a pound or so lump doing flips constantly in your stomach while you feel like that.. UUUGGGHHHH. She's been up all night. I guess she was right, we're never safe... NEVER.
So, back to soup for me. The good news with this (if you can call it good news) is that thankfully we don't have it at the same time. I've resolved myself to the fact that I will too soon be heaving my toenails through my nostrils, but I keep telling myself that if Emily can do it for 6 hours, I should stop complaining so much.
Any bets on whether or not I make it out of this without getting it? While you are most certainly laughing right now at that possibility, let me tell you my version of this nightmare:
Leslie's sick today. Emily and I will probably get it again (because as everybody has informed us, not only does the flu shot not work with this strain of flu [this is why I never get a flu shot.. amazingly, EVERY YEAR, there seems to be a flu strain that EVERYBODY GETS that has nothing to do with that flu shot that the ONE year I had one I got more sick than ever before..], you can get it OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER AGAIN) within the next day or so. We'll be close to over it by Monday, but then Glenda and the kids will show up. Whatever is left in the house, they will catch. They will go home and infect their households and they will get sick. They'll turn around and get them re-sick, then they'll come back to our house and we'll get sick again. The cycle will NEVER END. How's that for a happy ending?
I eagerly await my fate. As I sign off, perhaps the last post of health for a while, I will quote one of my favorite Klingon philosophers: "Perhaps today IS a good day to die."
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
and now...
15 more weeks! Not much to say right now, just a few things going on...
Emily had some... movement issues... for the past few days. As I've explained to everybody I know about this, she gets it from her daddy.. Of all the traits to pass along (no pun intended there), it had to be that one.. sheesh..
Anyway, she made it through okay, and now we're on the "more fruit, fiber" diet to hopefully take care of any future issues. One of the many reasons I'm keeping this blog is that so one day she can look back and see how thoughtful I was to post wonderful tidbits about her life for all to see :)
We're all back and healthy now, which is great. We watched the Lost premiere the other night, as well as Eli Stone, which I enjoyed. It's nice to have at least a couple new programs to watch in the middle of the strike. I'm going to have serious issues if they cancel the oscars...
Emily had some... movement issues... for the past few days. As I've explained to everybody I know about this, she gets it from her daddy.. Of all the traits to pass along (no pun intended there), it had to be that one.. sheesh..
Anyway, she made it through okay, and now we're on the "more fruit, fiber" diet to hopefully take care of any future issues. One of the many reasons I'm keeping this blog is that so one day she can look back and see how thoughtful I was to post wonderful tidbits about her life for all to see :)
We're all back and healthy now, which is great. We watched the Lost premiere the other night, as well as Eli Stone, which I enjoyed. It's nice to have at least a couple new programs to watch in the middle of the strike. I'm going to have serious issues if they cancel the oscars...
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