Samantha’s still sick today. Her fever was 103 last night and she didn’t sleep well. I know this because she was in our bed. She’s entered the whining stage where she doesn’t feel well so she whines about everything and sometimes just starts crying for no reason. I’m pushing Tylenol and Ibuprofen to keep her fever down, popsicles, frozen blueberries, and water with ice. And, she’s now getting old enough to be taught the correct way to be sick: on the couch, in front of the t.v., in some comfy clothes or jammies, a warm sweatshirt, hair in a ponytail, socks, and under a blanket.
I can deal with the sick child. The worst part for me is the anticipation. I’m waiting to see if anyone else is going to get sick. I figure I have about a week before I’m in the clear. Sick Ella I can handle. She gets really clingy and whiny, but she’s manageable. Penny has never been sick. She’s the one I worry about the most. She’s only four months old, so I dread the thought of her having a high fever and feeling bad. So, I’m trying to keep Sammy away from her and am holding my breath.
Hopefully, they’ll not get sick. Probably, the only one who will get sick is me.