weak week
Henry is sick. Ragweed blew by the house in September; our allergies flared. Our = Miranda, Henry and me. And maybe the baby. I recovered far more quickly that I expected. Miranda and Henry started a cough. It lingered. Miranda started to recover early this week. Henry…Henry did not. He threw up Tuesday night and started running a fever. He has been home from school for two days. We visited the pediatrician on Wednesday. He diagnosed the fever and new heavy congestion as a cold.
This is usually when moms sigh. Unwell kid for 3.5 weeks…please don’t send me home without hope. And the doctor came through with an awesome cough medicine, directions to Sudafed and Tylenol as needed, and instructions to call if the fever isn’t gone in 72 hours.
For every child whose parents pushed the Tussin as a cure-all (Chris Rock made it funny, if I remember correctly), it is worth knowing that the children’s prescription Tussionex (cough relief plus antihistimine) does not taste terrible. Henry doesn’t even mind. I am concerned that the doctor promised it would help him sleep and that is not happening. The pharmacist told me that this is a very serious drug and to be very very cautious.
Henry is a cheerful sick kid. He misses school. It takes him until about noon to wonder why Miranda and Papa aren’t home, because isn’t it Saturday? That said, he is droopy. He won’t nap, but he rests a lot. I want him to be well again, to start eating real meals, to go back to school to his friends, star words, and fabulous teachers.
Meanwhile, Bella has been walking more and more. She is fascinated to have Henry home with her. She is also grumpy and hungry and doesn’t want to sleep. I don’t know if she is so busy trying to make her legs walk the way she wants them to that she can only use her happy dimples to escape ire for crawling under the changing room door at Target. She climbs up to the first landing on the stairs to the 2nd floor whenever the gate is open. Then she “uh’s” until I find her. We have this ridiculous round hole in the door to the basement. My dad put clear plastic over the hole to prevent Henry from getting his head stuck. That has saved Bella from imminent doom. She loves to look at people as they disappear into the basement. She yells and pounds on the plastic until they return to her view. She loves macaroni and cheese, hot dogs, meatballs and cheese. She does not like chicken or turkey, which is new and odd. She has figured out how to push her shopping card and her riding Winnie-the-Pooh-mobile. She can stack the ring toy. She loves to empty my purse and take the insoles out of my shoes. She thinks she is adorable in a hat or hood (she’s right) and loves to take her cowboy hat off and on, off and on. She is driving my mom and me crazy with the not napping, but she makes up for it.
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