Of course, my kids are all sick, again.
I kind of expect that at this time of the year so it’s not the frequency of illness that I want to whinge about, it’s the kind of illness. Can I just say how much I hate ‘breathing sickness’…. give me a good ‘spewing sickness’ over ‘breathing sickness’ any day.
With spewing sickness it is pretty obvious what they have, what you need to do and it is easy to tell whether they are getting better or worse and when you might need medical assistance…. it is all kind of on the outside (in little puddles) and I find that so much easier to deal with.
We don’t get spewing sickness very often, but we get breathing sickness all the damn time. The Twinadoes get a bit of a runny nose and a cold at the drop of the hat and it can so quickly escalate into something much more. I am so over lying next to them at night listening to them breathe, trying to decide if that is just a little wheeze or a big wheeze. Trying to look at their chests to see how hard they are working to get breath in. Trying to figure out if what we are already doing is working or not working. Trying to figure out if we need help now, or if we can wait a bit longer… at least until it is light outside.
Breathing sickness is so ambiguous. It’s all internal, I can’t see it happening. All the external signs are so subjective. How am I supposed to know if they are getting enough oxygen or not?
We’ve done our fair share of midnight dashes to hospital – and let me say it is not a short trip from our house to any kind of after hours medical help. We’ve had our fair share of the patient being not so bad by the time we get there and really we’d have been better off not dragging all three kids out in the middle of the night. But we’ve also had one or two ‘OMG you should have called an ambulance!!’ which tends to freak me out just a little and shake my confidence when it comes to deciding how sick is really sick.
Why aren’t children made with a little gauge on the side of their necks that reads ‘I’m fine – I am miserable but ok – I need to see a Dr – OMG call an ambulance now!’. That would make my life so much easier (not to mention the lives of a few other people I know who have it so much worse than us! Thinking of you Tiff).. that or if they’d kindly stick to getting the right kind of sick.