The Gift That Keeps On Giving

Are we ever going to shake this cold?! I swear its being passed around more than a cheap bottle of wine. Mutating its way around our little circle.

The Hubby has had it, I’ve had it. And now Chazz is facing yet another bout. It’s the gift that keeps on giving. And giving. And giving.

Just a week or so ago, I said to myself, “Self, Chazz is finally getting better. We have our playful little man back.” I mean, he was even attempting to walk all week. He was feeling good.

Until he woke up in the middle of the night coughing and stuffy. Again. –PLUG IN HUMIDIFIER–

Fast forward to noon thirty, and Roman and Chazz are at the pediatrician’s office because he gurgled/burped/projected a tummy full of curdled milk.
(A *little* glad I was at work for that one..)

Did you know that they could do that? And NOT have the flu?? Turns out, the poor dude has an ear infection. Again. And all of the phlegm is making his gag reflex a tad bit sensitive.

This kid is gagging on everything. From his milk to soggy cheerios.

I did recieve a lot of ideas from my Twitter mama-friends, about steaming via the shower and adding Vicks to the humidifyer. (Thanks!) And after tweeting about the never ending snot, I recieved this little spammy gem:


What is it, you say? Of course I googled it. Turns out it’s a nasal aspirator. THAT HOOKS UP TO YOUR VACUUME. To suck out all that stuff, possibly along with his brain. What the… heck.
Not using that on my kid, no thanks. Nuh-uh.

It’s day two and we’re battling this with ear drops and an anibiotics/Tylenol cocktail. On no sleep. Well, Chazz is sleeping ok, snuggled up on my chest to breathe. But somewhere in between the vomiting, coughing, and steaming up our bathroom with the shower, we’ve somehow forgotten to sleep.

Add work on for me, and school for Roman, and you’ve got a good recipe for grumpy.

Don’t you just wish you could be sick *for* them?

Sigh.

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Dear Fever, You Suck.

Dear 103 Degree Fever,
Thanks for waking up poor Mr. Chazz at 3:30am. It really made for such a nice night’s sleep. Not.

Dear Doctor’s Office,
Why are you never open when my kid is sick. Kids are conveniently sick from 8-5 and 3:30 am. Open earlier. Close later.

Dear Teenage Receptionist,
Uhm, like hello! I’m like, waiting. Could you, like, hurry up, cause like, my son is like, burning up. And like, I might just throw something at you to like, get your attention. Stop texting and do your job. Like, now.

Dear Nice Pedi,
Thank you for finding me a diaper because I left the diaper bag in the car while bringing in my poor sick little baby boy.

Dear Mean Old Nurse,
The one that felt the need to stick the swab for strep halfway to Chazz’s stomach, and making him gag. And project a tummy-full of milk all over us. Way to go.

Dear Lady at the Store,
Don’t look at me like that or I’ll poke your eyes out. I’m sure we looked super classy, Chazz in his diaper {gasp!} and me in my PJ’s But a last minute run for infant drops is just that. Last minute!

Dear Poor Mr. Chazz,
You are such a sweetheart, even when you don’t feel well. I wish I could make it all better… Or be sick for you… But I can’t. So today, me and you are just hanging out and cuddling in our PJ’s. *Smooch*

Love,
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