Yesterday Zoe called me from school, saying that she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to come home. But she sounded pretty chipper, which made me think: oh, she just wants to come home and hang out with me because I’ve been gone for a few days. Because I’m a cool mom like that… my kids just want to hang out with me. (This is what I think to myself.) Since she hadn’t missed a single day of school since school started, I decided to give her the day off. So I drove over and picked her up, and she came to the office looking cute and peppy and pretty much herself. We walked out to the car and I said, “Let’s go get some lunch. What do you want to get?” And she said, “Well, my stomach kinda hurts, but I guess I can eat something.” And I’m thinking, “Ok, sister, I already picked you up, you can stop acting sick now.” So I suggest Jamba Juice, because cool, fruity goodness is probably a nice thing for a kinda sick stomach. She agrees. We get delicious smoothies.
An hour later she is puking it into a trash can. (And there went my theory about me just being a super-fun mom.)
And then she continued to puke every 30 to 60 minutes for the next 10 hours. Even when there was literally nothing in her stomach to come out. It was a sad thing to see.
She claimed — in a very raspy, froggy voice — that yesterday was the most boring day of her life. She just laid there flopped on the floor of my bedroom with her pillow and blanket, alternating between sipping Sprite and throwing up in her trash can. (But hey, I finally went through about half of my saved Wal-Mart bags, using them as puke-liners. I also went through a half of a can of Lysol.) It was a crappy day for both of us. She watched a little bit of Camp Rock, but even Joe Jonas’s dreamy vocals and hot dance moves couldn’t sooth what ailed her.
She then spent the night on our bedroom floor, which went better than I expected. She only woke up once. But then this morning she was sick again, and I couldn’t stand to see another day like yesterday. I gave her half of one of my anti-nausea pills. And then she had a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, and she stayed puke-free all morning. She played Webkinz on the laptop and sent Halloween ecards to people she has email addresses for. Today — at least compared to yesterday — has not been all that bad.
These are the things needed for a successful sick-day:
Pajamas, Sprite in a “Zoe” mug, saltine crackers, Webkinz on the laptop and a fuzzy body pillow. Oh, and if there can be a Barbie movie playing in the background, that’s all the better.
As a final note: I really hope that this isn’t the flu. Why? Because I paid $50 a pop for my kids to have the FluMist... the new non-shot-needed vaccine that’s supposed to keep your kids flu-free for a year. Yeah, they just got that 10 days ago. That means, if you’re doing the math, they should have 355 more days of flu-free goodness. So for now I am calling it a fluke virus that’s going around. I have no proof either way. But I’d like to not feel like a chump, if at all possible.
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Is she any better? Maya did the same thing - throw up every thrirty minutes a week ago, only she started at 10:00 p.m. so I slept on the floor by her next to her barf bowl I got to dump and rinse 2 times an hours, plus, she had diareah and ended up in the bathtub twice - it made me so happy to be home alone with sick child all night! She was better about 12 hours later. I thought it was food poisoning since she was throwing everything up. I don’t think it’s “THE FLU” but your ‘fluMist’ I think is a FLUMYTH drug companies are sucking the life out of this country! My 2 cents you didn’t ask for.
Comment by shahara — October 31, 2008 @ 5:05 am
Oh, poor Zoe! We had our flu shots last week - all of us, even my parents. Coincidentally, my mother has been sick for the last two days WITH THE FLU!
Comment by Leslie — November 4, 2008 @ 9:03 pm