No Rest For the Weary

I’m a little peeved at Ricci right now. Let’s recap, shall we?

Yesterday, Monday, I was supposed to wake Mario up at 8am; half an hour earlier than usual for this week since he got his new toolbox for work and needed to go in to organize it all. I set the alarm the night before and apparently set it for 8pm instead of 8am. Oops. Alaethia went to sleep at 2am Sunday night again, darnit, and I woke up at 6:30 because I had to pee and Aly woke up at 7am for a bottle. She was done with it by 7:17, and as I’m laying down I think to myself, “At least I’ll get around 40 more minutes of sleep…”

I wake up to Mario saying, “SHIT!” and I look at the alarm. 9:12am. My God, he was going to be late. He’s usually out the door by 9:15 on the days he doesn’t want to go in early. So he gets ready in a flash, I literally toss his packed lunch in a bag (without a fork. There’s gnomes stealing our forks, or something, because out of the 8 we’re supposed to have and the 4 extra ones I bought we have 3 left. Lovely.), and he was out the door. He calls and says Albert asked if he could take a memory card with him when he called to tell him he was running late, so hopefully all was forgiven! I was so scared of him rushing to work, too, since Mary called to tell us it was flooding over there again, there was an F1 tornado that wrecked a lumber yard and she actually saw lightning strike something. Everything was alright by the time he went over there, though.

I tried resting, got up and fed the kiddos, and when Mom and John had come over, I took a shower so I could pay John the money we owed him and go to the bank since we both needed to deposit money. Ricci called as I was getting into the shower and we chatted for a bit and she asked if she could come over. She had Rachelle with her only. I told her it was fine, but we were going to town if she didn’t mind going with us. She got here a few minutes before I got out of the shower. Mom had let her in and they were all chilling out (excluding John, who was on the computer, and Alaethia, who was sleeping in her crib) in the boys’ room. Ricci asks if I have anything for babies with diarrhea and vomiting. I tell her, sorry, I don’t, and ask why. She says Rachelle’s been sick for a week with a virus. OMG. I quickly start ushering everyone out of the bedroom since I get the heebie-jeebies every time someone’s sick and my kids are around. Now, I probably sound like a bitch and a germaphobe, but you can bet I tried my hardest to discreetly Lysol-wipe everything as we went. I don’t like for my kids to get sick.

I was praying Alaethia would stay asleep, but she didn’t. Ricci asked to hold her and I let her. My heart sank as I saw her sitting down at the kitchen table with Alaethia on her lap…and Rachelle starts walking towards her to give her a kiss. I hate telling people what to do when it comes to their kids, but I didn’t see her telling her to back away so I asked her not to let Rachelle kiss Aly. She was still about a foot away from her, but I hoped and prayed that she’d be alright. I got my back and we left.

We went to the bank, then Target to return some bowls I’d bought that were really cute, but not microwave safe. I ended up only finding some much smaller bowls but I had no choice since that’s all they had. I also got a light pink tank top (I wanted a green one, too but they were all out!), shampoo for boys, diapers and some fuzzy animal stickers that were on clearance. We came home and Ricci left. John and I went back to the mall later on to get his headset for his PSP from Gamestop at the mall. We walked around and got some cookies at the Tollhouse shop, then went to Hot Topic. I want so many things from that store. I kept giggling or “AWW”ing at stuff and John said, “Shut up, Yajaira. You’re too happy for this place!” LOL

I went straight to the Harry Potter section as John looked for shoelaces and looked at the tees. I totally wanted a Snape tee that said “Friend or foe?” for Saturday, but no money. Instead I got some Bertie Bott’s Every Flavored Beans. 3 boxes: one for John and I, one for the kids, and one for Mario to trick his friends with at work. (I always keep Mario’s happiness in mind.)

John and I tried a few in the truck and let me tell you,”soap” is quite accurate. My tongue didn’t feel right the rest of the day. And watch out for those “rotton egg” ones…they look much like the “buttered popcorn ones”…

John ate two “vomit” ones at home. He almost puked.

Fast forward to night time. Aly fell asleep at 1am, so naturally I took the chance and fell asleep, too. I hear her crying around 4am so I get up to prepare a bottle. I come back to her crib and she’s fast asleep again. She looked so cute and angelic laying there on her belly (she sleeps like her mama) and I caress her face softly and rub her little hand. I go back to sleep.

I hear her sort of whimpering at 5am so I get up to feed her. I feel her cheek burning against my shoulder. I start panicking and start looking around for thermometers. I can never find those things when I need them. I settled for her pacifier one, which she hates because it makes her gag. Temp was 102°. I give her some Tylenol. Mario wakes up because I turned the light on and stays up with us for a little while. He asks, “How the heck did she get sick?” and it dawns on me: “Oh no…Ricci’s little girl!”

When she finishes her bottle she poops. It’s softer than usual, but not really diarrhea yet. I get up to go on a search for the armpit thermometer and as I’m walking next to my bed Alaethia threw up the whole 4 oz. bottle she’d just drank. I wipe myself up as best I can and take her to the sink to give her a bath. I let her sit there a while to hopefully stave off the fever a bit and then I bring her back. She wants another bottle since she threw up the other one, so I give one to her and a bit more Tylenol. I wait an hour and her temp went down only a degree. Mario went back to sleep and I stayed awake with her cradled in my arms. I was too scared to leave her in her crib alone should she throw up again. She didn’t throw up again, but her fever wouldn’t subside.

I was exhausted by the time the alarm went off for Mario. Poor thing left to work with his clothes wrinkled no doubt, since they’d been in the dryer. Eenan had slept over at Mary’s, so I went to get him since he’d called then started getting ready to take the kids to the doctor. Kids, because Jaylen has this weird cough that won’t go away. It’s kind of dry and sort of rhythmic…I don’t even know how to explain it.

We had a bit of a wait at the doctor’s office. We were watching The Little Mermaid II and I noticed Alaethia looks a lot like Melody, only a little darker and with brown eyes of course LOL. Everyone kept talking about how cute Alaethia was. I heard, “Now THAT is a beautiful baby,” 3 different times LOL. It’s awful that she’s sick, but her rosy cheeks made her look even cuter. She weighs 14 lbs. 13 oz. and is 25 inches long. Jaylen was very proud of now being 41.8 lbs. and as he was lying on the table he stretches out his arm and says, “I can tell I’m 41 pounds because my arms are growing.” He also said, “You know, this doctor thing isn’t that bad, huh Mom?” Where does he get that from?!

Jaylen was diagnosed with allergies — to what, I don’t know. I’d hate to have to put him through that darn allergy test (they poke your back with different things to determine exactly what you’re allergic to), so we’re just trying some Singulair for now. I hope that’s all it is.

As for Alaethia, he just prescribed the usual Pedialyte/Tylenol combo and gave us some Dr. Smith’s diaper rash ointment in case she kept having loose stools. I went to H-E-B to get the prescriptions and got some milk while we were there.

Aly was miserable most of the day and couldn’t sleep a wink. When she finally did fall asleep, the boys started fighting in their room and woke her up. She only slept maybe a total of half an hour today. Poor girl. I panicked around 8pm when her temperature was still at 102° after giving her Tylenol every 4 hours, damp washcloths on her forehead and a bath. I called the after-hours service and Dr. C. said she’d be fine as long as she kept taking her formula and Pedialyte (only in bubblegum; she hated the fruit punch one) and kept having peed diapers. Mario went and got some Motrin to alternate with the Tylenol. I gave her another dose of Tylenol at 9:30 and her fever barely decreased around 11pm. I’m glad to see some improvement, at least. I hope she’ll get better already. It’s just not fair that a little baby, any little baby, should be sick like that. I never thought she’d get a darn virus this young :(. She looked so sad today and I’m so used to her being a cheery, bouncy baby.

I was starting to get nervous because I wasn’t feeling all that great either. I felt weak and my stomach was grumbly, but it might just be because That Time of the Month is near. I hope that’s all it is. Mary even helped Mario make dinner tonight because I felt incredibly nauseous. I need to be healthy for my family!