All Done!

Last night, after watching Helen languish on the floor all afternoon, the decision was made to take her to the emergency room for fluids. Three hours later, we left with a MUCH perkier child — and one who had eaten almost TWO popsicles! This is significant only because we’ve never actually seen her eat an entire popsicle before, much less two of them… And because since Saturday, her entire intake consisted of about 6 saltine crackers.

Then, this morning, Alice had her ear surgery. At 7:00am Jerry and I went out to the waiting room, and at 7:12am the surgeon came out to say, “All done!” Alice did great… Mad as hell to have been denied breakfast, but otherwise fine. And I think she’s been surprised several times at how loud the world is now that she’s not encumbered by all of that fluid.

In other news, Jerry and I have contracted some of Helen’s stomach bug. So, of the four of us, the kid that had surgery this morning feels the best. She’s just her happy little self. Hopefully the rest of us will begin feeling better soon.


You know, rather than gripe about how we’re on day 5 now and I’m still doing tons of laundry and cleanup, and that the time to disinfect the entire house is nigh… I’ll just say that sometimes all you need is a little perspective.

I went to high school with Sydney Dungan‘s mother. I have been reading the diary about Sydney’s cancer treatment for almost 2 years now. Sydney is 364 days older than Helen, and was diagnosed with neuroblastoma just before her second birthday. They are currently in New York undergoing experimental antibody treatments for what may or may not have been a relapse.

Somehow my mere five days of cleaning up vomit and diarrhea doesn’t seem so bad now.

I dressed Helen in a cute shirt and shorts this morning, fully aware that I may end up soaking them in Oxyclean later. But I know that for ME, I always feel better if I’m dressed and ready to face the world. When I was on bedrest last summer, I took a shower and did my makeup every day, even when I knew that I wasn’t going anywhere. Somehow it just made me feel better about things. Maybe Helen is the same way.

My mom is going to come in a little bit and take Alice so I can start disinfecting… With Alice’s separation anxiety, I can’t leave the room much, and I don’t want to strap her to me while I’m dealing with chemicals. So Mom’s going to take her. Helen can either follow me around or sit and watch her movies.

Sick and Tired

Day Four (well, day 3.5) of Helen’s tummy bug… Mom brought over several bottles of Pedialyte, and I forced Helen to drink 1 tsp of Pedialyte every 10 minutes for 30 minutes, then a 30 minute break, then 1 Tbsp every 10 minutes for 30 minutes, then a 30 minute break. Her tummy was able to handle it. She still had some nausea, but she ate six crackers today. So that’s an improvement. Yesterday she had nothing other than Gatorade.

Jerry’s mom came over this afternoon and I was able to take a nap for about 2.5 hours, which I desperately needed. I’m physically (and emotionally) drained from caring for sick kiddoes for over a week (I started with Alice’s ear infection last Monday). I just needed some time for myself, I guess, when no one was grabbing at me, climbing on me, puking on me, trying to snuggle with me. It was a wonderful nap.

And now I shall go resume it.

Coffee Talk

The car has been under the carport since Friday night’s vomit extravaganza, with both windows on the driver’s side open all the way, trying to let it air out. On the way to church this morning, it wasn’t so bad, since the car had been in the shade and it was only a little over 50 degrees out. But after church, it was up to 65ish and the car had been in the sun.

No problems driving, and then all of a sudden the stench would hit outta nowhere, and then go away again… Yuck.

The topic on Car Talk on NPR when I happened to flip over to it was how to get smells out. Obviously, I’m going to have to shampoo the rug and the back of my seat to get totally rid of it, but in the meantime, I needed a quick-fix that can at least mask it on sunny days when I can’t avoid heating the car up. Especially in light of the fact that I have a college reunion in 2 weeks and we’ll be driving my car up there and back, and parking it in the sun all weekend. Ick.

Click and Clack made a brief suggestion that coffee covers a multitude of olfactory sins… So I had some whole-bean coffee that I mistakenly bought a year or so ago and have kept in my pantry for some reason (I don’t have a grinder)… So about 1/2 cup of those beans are now in a paper bag, taped shut, and sitting in front of Helen’s seat on the floor.

I’d MUCH rather be suckerpunched by the stench of coffee beans as I’m driving down the road. Wouldn’t you?