However I don't mean the time of year for Christmas cheer, carolers, or decorating. Though that time is indeed here; I mean the time of year for our "sick cycle."
We've already completed one go-'round, and here we are on the brink of round 2! (It's not as fun as the exclamation mark makes it seem.) Our cycle generally begins with Miss T bringing home germs, whether from a friend's house, or school. She gets a little sniffle, which puts me into disinfect mode trying REALLY hard to keep it from the younger 2. However 3 days after that measley sniffle she's in full-blown hack and cough mode, spreading germs EVERYWHERE. {panic!}
I still disinfect, and try hard to police their inside activities to limit any contact they might have, or be ready with a lysol wipe once she starts coughing. Efforts fail, now EJ is sick. He's now coughing, hacking, and has a snot faucet affixed to his face. I'm looking for medicines to ease his cough, help minimize the germ army ready to take over our home. Of course they don't have anything for children under 4, and my doctor won't give me dosing instructions because he's 3 1/2. So he's left to ONLY blowing his nose, and that only goes so far. So he's coughing and hacking germs all over the place, and let me tell you... there's not enough lysol to keep the germs down that the older 2 spread. You'd think they had no hands to cover their mouth with. So of course....
Efforts fail. Now the littlest cupcake is sick. She feels horrible, and there's nothing I can do about it. Saline they say. I'm not sure they understand how traumatic saline and a booger ball is to a child. I'm quite sure it sounds as if I'm ripping her limb for limb, sheer TORTURE. She fights me on it, screams bloody murder, and cries until she feels holding her breath will get her point across better. Baby turning blue DEFINITELY proves a point. Saline sucks. It's great I can torture her and remove what yuck was in there, but in the meantime she's going to cry so hard she'll increase mucus production, and then turn blue. Paaaarty. Relentlessly wiping her face with a baby wipe it is!
She's the worse when she's sick. She wants nothing more than to be glued to my hip and lap all day long, and especially before bed. I try to hold off, but give in as any mother would, comforting the sick child with the "make it stop" eyes. Forgetting about the biggest glitch in the 'comfort them when they need it' routine. Germs.
Starts with a sniffle, then a wee bit of a scratchy throat; cough, hack, snot faucet. Greeeeeat.
Of COURSE I'm going to catch it. I've found there's some unwritten rule to being a mother. If your kids get you sick, you will somehow, someway get whatevertheyhad 29391283901283x worse. I haven't smelled ANYTHING for the better part of 2 weeks now. It's bad, and no amount of blowing my nose would allow enough air to get through my nostrils to even alert me that my house is on fire. (Thank the good Lord for noise makers to detect things of such) I run a fever MUCH higher, skin is painfully sensitive, and food is not even remotely appetizing. I can't pout my lip at anyone and be rocked to sleep though. There are no sick days. Basically as I'm suffering I watch all of them slowly feel better, get their energy back, and resume chaos. Meanwhile I'm still flushed, feverish, and just want to curl up and disappear for a while. (ahh wouldn't that be nice?)
2 weeks later and I finally have a day where I haven't used a half box of kleenex, or tried to engineer a vat of Vick's to climb into. I'm feeling like tackling the gazillion house chores that have fallen behind.... I'm not counting down the hours until I can take some Tylenol Warming and finally get some relief.
*cough* *sneeze*
........ [insert blank stare here]
Miss T has started setting up for a germ party, again, and EJ complained of a sore throat. Not bad enough?Cupcake has starting tugging her ear, and gotten sniffly.
Now comes the fun part. Germ dodging. Which goes much smoother when CC doesn't want to be cuddled as soon as she has a bit of yuck in her nose. I can easily germ dodge the big ones.. but she's normally the culprit who brings the +1 to the party. She whimpers, and whines - Follows me pathetically from room to room, blanket in hand to hint she's feeling snuggly. She'll do her best to fake cry, crumpling to the floor in my vicinity. I try to hold off, but those baby blues break me, and I'll pick her up. Geeerm city.
Naptime comes, and I sneak away to get germ free in the bathtub. However no sooner than I finish washing and lean back to relax, all is halted by the pitiful sounds coming from the baby monitor. I debate whether to have her self soothe, or to go help her out. (Go see her is going to win out, I just like to pretend I have a choice.) I throw a towel on and dart back to the bedroom, hoping I'll be able to sneak back to my R&R shortly, wrong.
I walk over to her crib and there she is yuck face and all reaching germy hands up at me. Who can resist?
I pick her up, and she immediately hugs onto me, and lays her face (complete with drippy snot faucet) on my shoulder. (well I WAS clean) I sit down in our rocker, cuddling her, lulling her to sleep. I wipe her face down, wipe her hands, all is going really well. She's almost asleep....
*sneeze x 3*
In. My. Face.
and the DH wonders why I can't avoid getting sick. There you have it folks. Sick cycle has started it's second round, and we're only in December! Time to stock up on Vitamin C, and any immuno boosters I can find! Let's hope I avoid getting sick in round 2!
'Till next time :)
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