Monday, September 12, 2005
I was going to write a "poor me" blog this morning but decided against it. We had a rough night last night and I was sort of feeling picked on. Hunter picked up a stomach bug somewhere and spent the entire night vomiting, from about 7:00pm to about 7:00am. He barfed all over the bathroom I had just cleaned and woke me up several times between 10pm and 3am, when I finally took him downstairs to watch TV and try to comfort him. He said he "couldn't stand the pain" in his stomach anymore. So we turned on Nickelodean and watched all the old game shows I watched when I was little (Finders Keepers, Double Dare, etc.) I rubbed his back while he barfed and wiped his bottom and changed his site and changed his site again and rubbed his back and fetched him popsicles and coke and tried to sleep inbetween barfing episodes and finger pricks. His blood sugar was through the roof and he was spilling ketones like crazy. He couldn't take his seizure meds and I was a little stressed out to say the least. By the time 7:00am rolled around I was exhausted, but of course the little boys were refreshed and rested and ready to go. That's when I started thinking, "Oh, poor me." But then I thought of a family at Hunter's school who just lost their mother last week to a massive heart attack and how they must be suffering. And I thought of all the people suffering down in Louisianna. And I thought things could definitely be worse around here and decided to count my blessings instead.
One of the first things I thought of was popsicles. I really love whoever came up with the idea of freezing juice on a stick. The healing power that comes from sucking on a popsicle when you've been barfing all night and are completely dehydrated is amazing, both for my kids and myself. I'll never forget the way Denver sucked on his cherry popsicle in the hospital two years ago after three days of barfing. And this morning, the way Hunter inhaled his Otter Pop--you'd think the thing had saved his life. So who cares that I'm exhausted and fat and pregnant and swollen and achey and the house is a mess and Hunter is sick? At least we've got popsicles and they sure do taste good.
posted by Shana # 5:57 PM 
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