The Stomach Flu That Ate The Weekend

[liralen]

So I tried posting yesterday and got rejected from the web-site's posting page. Bah. I am very glad of the angel Carl and thankful for flit spending the time to get flick back up again.



We've spent the weekend with poor Jet who has stomach flu in the worst possible way. He started throwing up Friday night, stopped for a while on Saturday, picked up a new pattern of throwing up last night, but hasn't this morning (well, okay, since after 3;30 am), so we haven't gone over the 24 hour danger zone. We also made the mistake of giving him ibuprofen, yesterday, for his fever, which did bring down the fever, but was probably the cause of the second pattern.

He's also blowing virii out the other end, but it's a bit more controllable and easier to clean up after, in some ways, as the technology has been developed to contain the results.

He's not dehydrated, which is good. He's still a very sad and cuddle-needing baby, so I'm taking today off on sick leave and trying to sleep whenever he manages to sleep.

I think the saddest part about it all is that Jet has no idea what is going on or how to help himself through all this stuff. Things are just happening to him and he gets so mad when it's happening, and he's so sad. He does feel better after we clean him up and get him put together again, and he snuggles in and relaxes. It's very clear to me that while I might be miserable if I get this awful virus, I can be glad that I can, at least, run to the bathroom or take a shower myself.

The other lesson is that when things aren't happening to him, Jet's cheerful, plays, and is happy. He has a really great attitude, and I'm so glad of it. Even when he's still feeling bad and a mite miserable, he just snuggles into John or I and wants that comfort, but isn't whiny or upset or all that. He just needs us to be there. That's all.

Comments

[silkiemom.livejournal.com]

Wah! Poor Jet! Poor parents! It's so hard when they're sick when they're so little, because they don't understand what's going on. Bobby didn't get a yucky stomach flu virus until he was 2 years old (on Al's birthday, too, so Happy Birthday, Dad, and he gave it to me so that I had it on Mothers' Day). He was brave, and old enough to barf into a bowl, so he sat around with the bowl all day, and we gave it to him to sleep with at night, even though he'd stopped throwing up by then. The bowl turned into a comfort item, and he ended up taking it to bed with him and cuddling with it for months afterwards.

I'm glad that Jet can be cheerful in between. And these things don't last forever (although it seems like it), so soon he'll be all better and happy again. Take care of yourself, too. I'll sit here hoping that you parents stay healthy! :)

[liralen.livejournal.com]

*sniffle* That image of Bobby with the bowl is so sad. But cool that he had something to cuddle and it was *safe*...

John's sick, now, so I am probably doomed, but I took my lesson from Jet and am cheerful while I still feel well. Jet's doing much better now. He had a pretty good day, though he napped very little, he cuddled a lot and didn't throw up all day, and only had two bad diapers, so there's hope that he'll be much better tonight. One good thing is that the flu Jet had didn't affect John in exactly the same way, though it did give John a fever and he hurts, but he isn't throwing up and all that. So there's some hope.

[silkiemom.livejournal.com]

I'm glad Jet is feeling better. I'm still crossing my fingers for you to stay well.

It was actually pretty amusing to watch Bobby with the bowl once he was better. At least once we walked into his room in the morning to see him sleeping with the bowl over his head like a helmet. :)