I am trying to think of an analogy to describe how life is sometimes unfair, but all I can think of is “what a bitch”. It was Kate’s birthday this weekend and the poor little poppet was very crook with some sort of gastro bug. She had a full weekend planned and it started on Friday night with Niki’s family coming over to celebrate.
Kate seemed fine and she had requested lasagne for her birthday dinner (her favourite) but she seemed disinterested in it and was only picking at it. Fifteen minutes later she had thrown up all over the toilet floor and for the whole weekend she was as crook as a dog. Everyone left relatively early on Friday given that all she wanted to do after being sick was curl up on the lounge and watch the tele (which had the cricket on, so she really was crook!) and that was the start of a pretty shitty weekend for her.
In the pre dawn hours on Saturday morning she was being sick again and I spent the night in her bed as she couldn’t stand being away from her mum.
She was supposed to be going to a little classmates party (despite it being her birthday – don’t ask) but given she was throwing up a lot, we thought it was best she didn’t go. She was looking forward to it, but she barely protested.
My mum & dad came up for afternoon tea and she seemed to pick up a bit as she showed off her guinea pigs and ants but an hour after they left she was back on the lounge in front of the Disney channel with a bowl on her lap. She hadn’t eaten a thing since she picked at her lasagne on Friday night.
Sunday was her dance concert day. She has been going to dancing two nights a week practising for this concert and when even though she slept for about 2 hours in the middle of the day, she wanted to go still. She had to be at the studio at 3pm and we debated whether we should keep her home or not. In the end, we let her go as she hadn’t thrown up that day but she looked very pale.
We got through the concert, but she was not her self. She managed some dinner though; the first food for 48hrs but then flaked out on the lounge. All seemed OK, but again this morning at 1:30am she was throwing up again…
It was a terrible weekend for her… she kept telling us “I hate being sick on my birthday”…. I guess we will make it up for her when she’s well…
That was basically my weekend… hope yours was better.
1 comment:
Mate, keep an eye on her. There's a bout of Whooping Cough going around Sydney at the moment and it has symptoms similar to the flu to start with and develops into a nasty cough.
My kids had a similar experience about a month back but they came good after a couple days (because they'd been recently immunised against it, they nailed it down fairly quick) - but not long after, the wife and I also became ill and it was only after seeing a GP and getting blood drawn I found out what it was.
Hopefully, your little tike only has a tummy bug and that's it, but I completely sympathise with what you're going through as a parent - you feel quite helpless and upset for the kids when they're not well...
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