(This post is a whine, which I have TOTALLY earned.)
Rose’s birthday was on St. Patrick’s Day.
She also had gymnastics that morning. I told her I needed to brush her hair before we went. She wouldn’t let me. I told her if she didn’t let me do her hair she couldn’t go to gymnastics, and she said she didn’t care. I continued getting myself and Henry dressed and tried to think of a
threat consequence that would carry more weight with her. She had stormed off downstairs, and when she came back upstairs, I took one look at her and said, “You cut your hair?! Rose, you’re NEVER supposed to cut your own hair!” And I cried. (I’m still waiting for the chunk out of her hair from her last haircut to grow out — she blamed Henry for that one, and we were never sure who was the real culprit.)
I don’t have a photo of her with her hair cut yet — I’ve had her hair in a ponytail for the last couple days, and with it in a ponytail the cut’s not too noticeable. I don’t know how bad it will look with her hair down; I’m just hoping it will blend in.
Meanwhile the night before (Monday night) Hazel hadn’t slept much and Isaac had been up several times with night terrors, and in the morning he told us that his dreams had “tortured” him (although he couldn’t get very specific about how they’d tortured him. Which is typical for when he has night terrors.) Then he started throwing up, and we (obviously) decided to keep him home from school.
I’d decided to call Rose’s bluff by telling her that we were still going to go in the car (even though I actually had no reason to go anywhere other than taking her to gymnastics) but that if she didn’t get her shoes on and let me do her hair, she would have to come with us in the car but wouldn’t get to go to gymnastics. Finally she decided to do those things, and I got her to gymnastics only 15 minutes late (with Isaac moaning and groaning through the whole short drive — I hadn’t wanted to leave him home alone when he was sick.)
After gymnastics, I fed Hazel and took a little nap, and when things seemed quieter than usual, I found that Rose had laid down on her bedroom floor with her blanket and pillow and had fallen asleep.
By evening she and Isaac were both throwing up and miserable. And Henry had diarrhea.
We still had a little birthday celebration for Rose — had her blow out her candles and open her presents — but she couldn’t actually eat any of her birthday cake. And that whole evening into the night Dean and I were kept busy cleaning up throw-up and rinsing out Henry’s clothes. Dean and I both also stayed up very late that night — he was writing an exam, and I got hooked on a book. (In between feedings, Hazel slept very well curled up next to me on the bed with the light on. She likes it when we treat night like day.)
We’d had a plan that my friend was going to take care of Rose and Henry on Wednesday morning and feed them lunch and put them down for their naps, but I had to call her and tell her not to come since they were sick.
Yesterday Isaac and Rose were still sick but keeping down juice and crackers (although Rose said the crackers tasted bad.) Also, all afternoon Hazel was awake, fussy, and nursing a lot, so I had my hands very full caring for her. I hoped that meant she would be well fed and tired by night. By late afternoon Rose’s face was flushed and she had what appeared to be a very high fever. I gave her some ibuprofen and a cool cloth to put on her forehead (but she refused the cool cloth) and tried to take her temperature — and saw that her tongue was covered with a thick white coating.
Since it was almost time for Dean to get home, I waited for him and then had him take Rose to Urgent Care, where it took the doctor just one look to decide she almost surely had strep. (I’m pretty sure they did also do a culture to confirm it.) She got an antibiotic and Dean restocked on kids’ ibuprofen and they came home. In hindsight I guess we should have sent Isaac and Henry to get an antibiotic, too — but although Isaac’s still home from school today, he hasn’t had much of a fever and his tongue isn’t white, so I’m still hoping maybe he doesn’t have strep, and Henry doesn’t have any other symptoms, either.
Last night everyone did sleep pretty well — even Hazel. She was up to nurse a couple of times, but went back to sleep quickly after nursing. And now this morning Rose is screaming that her ears hurt. At least the antibiotic should clear that up soon, and in the meantime I’m just trying to keep her dosed on pain medicine.
Rose also wanted the avocado Dean bought yesterday, and I told her she could have some of it at lunch time, but she screamed at me that she wanted it NOW, and I said no. Then I found that she’d taken matters into her own hands. Now she’s decided she doesn’t want it anymore. And neither will anyone else:
So, we’re hanging in there. I’m really grateful for the good night’s sleep last night (still feel like I could use several more of those, but grateful for what I can get) and I’m REALLY praying Hazel won’t catch any sickness. And in cheerier news, Hazel got a package yesterday with something really wonderful in it, which I’ll be posting about as soon as my camera’s battery is recharged.