Thursday evening while we were eating our dinner that dad brought home from one of our favorite carry-out spots before we moved, Kennedy complained that her belly was upset. I sort of waved her off as not wanting to eat anything else, but she seemed to have eaten enough and I excused her from the table.
Not long after she was excused from the table she came back into the kitchen wearing nice, comfy, fleece zip-up jammies (mind you we had the most gorgeous summer weather). I asked her if everything was okay and she replied that she just wanted to cuddle on the couch. Once I was done scarfing down every last bit of my chicken quesadilla I gladly went and snuggled with her. That's when I realized that she didn't simply eat enough. She was burning up and kept telling me her 'tummy felt funny'.
**Mothers, fathers, granny's, sisters, best friends, cousins, brothers, roommates! I don't know how you handle puke that isn't yours but let me tell you.. I don't fair too well (something I'm still trying to work on for nursing school). As soon as the words tummy and funny were spoken in the same sentence I instantly became a ball of nerves thinking that Kennedy was getting ready to throw up on me and everything else. Up until this point she has only thrown up on two other occasions in her 'adult' life and I don't trust her ability to know/make it to an appropriate destinations. Bad mom points? Caring almost more about getting puked on than the discomfort of my daughter?**
So my first plan of action was to just try to make her comfortable and bring her 101.4°F down. For the most part I think temperatures in small children is no cause for alarm unless they do not decrease, and hold steady? Luckily Kennedy has no qualms with taking liquid medication (besides children's Allegra, for whatever reason she hates it and mentions it almost every time the medicine cabinet is opened). Tylenol was administered and we plopped her to soak in the tub for a little while. During her soak she told me how much better she feeling already but that she had to go potty. I won't go into too much detail but that shit wasn't pretty.
But hey! Afterwards she seemed to be almost back to normal. We zipped her back up into her jammies and settled into bed. Before falling asleep she was pretty restless; she kept tossing and turning, breathing weird, and swallowing a lot. Oh sweet baby jesus here are those puking nerves again! She assured me that everything was fine but 'her bones hurt a little bit'. Finally she fell asleep but was still warm to the touch.
Three times during the night she sleepily stumbled into our room asking if she could sleep with dad (as if he sleeps somewhere else or could wake up to answer the question - haha, I partially kid). Though I wanted to fulfill her wishes I went back into her room with her and snuggled her back up in bed after one more does of Tylenol and a couple sips of water. With everything we have going on I really didn't want to risk everyone catching something nasty. I did feel slightly horrible, but I also felt justified and hope that in the long run she wouldn't mind.
The next morning that pesky fever was still holding steady at 101.andsomechange°F. After one more dose of Tylenol and some old fashion relaxation she was cured! AND HEY, NO PUKE! So far no one else is showing similar symptoms and we are happy. Hoping it was just a fluke of expelling too much energy and not recouping enough for that little body.
Not long after she was excused from the table she came back into the kitchen wearing nice, comfy, fleece zip-up jammies (mind you we had the most gorgeous summer weather). I asked her if everything was okay and she replied that she just wanted to cuddle on the couch. Once I was done scarfing down every last bit of my chicken quesadilla I gladly went and snuggled with her. That's when I realized that she didn't simply eat enough. She was burning up and kept telling me her 'tummy felt funny'.
**Mothers, fathers, granny's, sisters, best friends, cousins, brothers, roommates! I don't know how you handle puke that isn't yours but let me tell you.. I don't fair too well (something I'm still trying to work on for nursing school). As soon as the words tummy and funny were spoken in the same sentence I instantly became a ball of nerves thinking that Kennedy was getting ready to throw up on me and everything else. Up until this point she has only thrown up on two other occasions in her 'adult' life and I don't trust her ability to know/make it to an appropriate destinations. Bad mom points? Caring almost more about getting puked on than the discomfort of my daughter?**
So my first plan of action was to just try to make her comfortable and bring her 101.4°F down. For the most part I think temperatures in small children is no cause for alarm unless they do not decrease, and hold steady? Luckily Kennedy has no qualms with taking liquid medication (besides children's Allegra, for whatever reason she hates it and mentions it almost every time the medicine cabinet is opened). Tylenol was administered and we plopped her to soak in the tub for a little while. During her soak she told me how much better she feeling already but that she had to go potty. I won't go into too much detail but that shit wasn't pretty.
But hey! Afterwards she seemed to be almost back to normal. We zipped her back up into her jammies and settled into bed. Before falling asleep she was pretty restless; she kept tossing and turning, breathing weird, and swallowing a lot. Oh sweet baby jesus here are those puking nerves again! She assured me that everything was fine but 'her bones hurt a little bit'. Finally she fell asleep but was still warm to the touch.
Three times during the night she sleepily stumbled into our room asking if she could sleep with dad (as if he sleeps somewhere else or could wake up to answer the question - haha, I partially kid). Though I wanted to fulfill her wishes I went back into her room with her and snuggled her back up in bed after one more does of Tylenol and a couple sips of water. With everything we have going on I really didn't want to risk everyone catching something nasty. I did feel slightly horrible, but I also felt justified and hope that in the long run she wouldn't mind.
The next morning that pesky fever was still holding steady at 101.andsomechange°F. After one more dose of Tylenol and some old fashion relaxation she was cured! AND HEY, NO PUKE! So far no one else is showing similar symptoms and we are happy. Hoping it was just a fluke of expelling too much energy and not recouping enough for that little body.
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| November 7, 2015: feeling ready to party and throw living room cat parties. |
Long winded, I know. If you stuck around til the end, I appreciate you!
No more germs, please!
Leia
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