...is it possible to get vomiting whiplash?
Because my neck is sooooo sore after all that puking.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
The week from down under (and I don't mean Australia)
This has been a very rough week (to say the least) at the Martin household.
Let's start on Monday evening when we discovered our heat was not working, and we needed a new part, but it was too late in the day to get it. So the next morning, a plumber came and "fixed" our heat, and then I discovered two hours later that it still wasn't on and another guy had to come back out and fix it again.
So we finally had heat, but then John-Paul started throwing up. It seemed he finally came down with the stomach virus that Phil, Andrew, Eamon, and Maggie had over Christmas break. He stayed home from school and I took care of him, all the while praying that I wouldn't get it.
In the meantime, Eamon and Maggie had colds, and Maggie had started coughing and was very clingy. By the time Wednesday rolled around, she was wheezing a lot and I called the doctor who said to bring her in later that day. I had to go to work that afternoon, so Phil took Maggie and the other kids to the doctor's appointment.
As soon as the nurses saw Maggie, they rushed her back into the doctor's office and realized she was in distress and started a nebulizer treatment on her to open up her bronchial tubes so she could breathe easier. They had to do three treatments at the doctor's office and then finally decided that she still wasn't getting better fast enough, so they wanted to admit her to the hospital.
I rushed out to the doctor's office and took the three boys home to get them to bed while Phil took Maggie to the hospital. After I got the boys to bed, our friends S and K stayed home while I drove back out to the hospital with clothes and dinner for Phil and Maggie. Phil decided to sleep at the hospital so I came home and slept here. Maggie got the treatments all night long, and her oxygen levels had fallen low, so they had to give her oxygen in her tented crib.
In the morning, I got the boys ready and brought John-Paul and Andrew to school, then went to the hospital with Eamon. We stayed at the hospital, waiting for the news about Maggie, when they said she would have to stay ANOTHER night there because she was still in distress. So, Phil brought Eamon home and picked up the boys from school, went to the dentist appointment, and to swimming lessons, got them to bed and then came out to the hospital to relieve me.
I went home Thursday night and fell exhausted into bed. At 3 am, John-Paul was in my face telling me he had just thrown up in the upstairs toilet...and on the seat of the toilet...and on the floor...and on the shelves, you get the idea. I got up and cleaned all of that, then settled him down in my bed, where he proceeded to throw up every 15 minutes for 2.5 hours. So we were awake from 3 to 5:30 am. Andrew and Eamon were awake and ready for the day at 6:30, so I got Andrew ready for school and his Uncle picked him up and brought him for me.
Phil had to go into work on Friday afternoon to prepare his students for midterms, so my sister came over and stayed with John-Paul and Eamon while I went to the hospital to be with Maggie. They finally discharged Mags about 4 pm and our family was finally all home together Friday night. Phew...it's over, we thought. Not quite.
Friday night around 10, Eamon vomited in his bed. Aaargh, we just cannot catch a break from this awful virus!! On Saturday morning, I wasn't feeling too good, but decided to go to the gym anyway since I hadn't been in three days. I ran 3 miles on the treadmill, then headed over to a weight lifting/toning class, but about halfway through felt very nauseous. I left and picked up the cake for my goddaughter's Baptism that day, and when I got home I fell into bed, sick to my stomach.
I began throwing up and had to miss the Baptism, luckily my mom stood in for me as the Godmother proxy. I continued getting sick for about 5 hours until Phil called my brother, the ER doctor, and he prescribed an anti-nausea medication that really worked wonders. Last night I was crampy and I tossed and turned in bed, but at least had some relief from the nausea. Today I am resting and trying to get some strength back. I have managed to keep down half a piece of toast and some fluids.
Let's hope this next week is much better . At least now I can say I have learned to never take my family's health for granted.
Let's start on Monday evening when we discovered our heat was not working, and we needed a new part, but it was too late in the day to get it. So the next morning, a plumber came and "fixed" our heat, and then I discovered two hours later that it still wasn't on and another guy had to come back out and fix it again.
So we finally had heat, but then John-Paul started throwing up. It seemed he finally came down with the stomach virus that Phil, Andrew, Eamon, and Maggie had over Christmas break. He stayed home from school and I took care of him, all the while praying that I wouldn't get it.
In the meantime, Eamon and Maggie had colds, and Maggie had started coughing and was very clingy. By the time Wednesday rolled around, she was wheezing a lot and I called the doctor who said to bring her in later that day. I had to go to work that afternoon, so Phil took Maggie and the other kids to the doctor's appointment.
As soon as the nurses saw Maggie, they rushed her back into the doctor's office and realized she was in distress and started a nebulizer treatment on her to open up her bronchial tubes so she could breathe easier. They had to do three treatments at the doctor's office and then finally decided that she still wasn't getting better fast enough, so they wanted to admit her to the hospital.
I rushed out to the doctor's office and took the three boys home to get them to bed while Phil took Maggie to the hospital. After I got the boys to bed, our friends S and K stayed home while I drove back out to the hospital with clothes and dinner for Phil and Maggie. Phil decided to sleep at the hospital so I came home and slept here. Maggie got the treatments all night long, and her oxygen levels had fallen low, so they had to give her oxygen in her tented crib.
In the morning, I got the boys ready and brought John-Paul and Andrew to school, then went to the hospital with Eamon. We stayed at the hospital, waiting for the news about Maggie, when they said she would have to stay ANOTHER night there because she was still in distress. So, Phil brought Eamon home and picked up the boys from school, went to the dentist appointment, and to swimming lessons, got them to bed and then came out to the hospital to relieve me.
I went home Thursday night and fell exhausted into bed. At 3 am, John-Paul was in my face telling me he had just thrown up in the upstairs toilet...and on the seat of the toilet...and on the floor...and on the shelves, you get the idea. I got up and cleaned all of that, then settled him down in my bed, where he proceeded to throw up every 15 minutes for 2.5 hours. So we were awake from 3 to 5:30 am. Andrew and Eamon were awake and ready for the day at 6:30, so I got Andrew ready for school and his Uncle picked him up and brought him for me.
Phil had to go into work on Friday afternoon to prepare his students for midterms, so my sister came over and stayed with John-Paul and Eamon while I went to the hospital to be with Maggie. They finally discharged Mags about 4 pm and our family was finally all home together Friday night. Phew...it's over, we thought. Not quite.
Friday night around 10, Eamon vomited in his bed. Aaargh, we just cannot catch a break from this awful virus!! On Saturday morning, I wasn't feeling too good, but decided to go to the gym anyway since I hadn't been in three days. I ran 3 miles on the treadmill, then headed over to a weight lifting/toning class, but about halfway through felt very nauseous. I left and picked up the cake for my goddaughter's Baptism that day, and when I got home I fell into bed, sick to my stomach.
I began throwing up and had to miss the Baptism, luckily my mom stood in for me as the Godmother proxy. I continued getting sick for about 5 hours until Phil called my brother, the ER doctor, and he prescribed an anti-nausea medication that really worked wonders. Last night I was crampy and I tossed and turned in bed, but at least had some relief from the nausea. Today I am resting and trying to get some strength back. I have managed to keep down half a piece of toast and some fluids.
Let's hope this next week is much better . At least now I can say I have learned to never take my family's health for granted.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
My little devil ;-)
(She was standing on top, but I made her sit for the picture...what a troublemaker!)
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Gratituesday
I'm borrowing this "Gratituesday" idea from her. Hope she doesn't mind!
Anyway, today I am grateful for household machines. This morning, I ran my dishwasher, put a load of dirty clothes in my washing machine, transferred them to the dryer, cut up a bunch of vegetables and placed them in my crockpot to make a yummy and healthy corn chowder, and my bread machine is generating the most mouth watering smells from the Honey Oatmeal Bread it is baking.
I can't believe women used to have to do all of these chores by hand...I am so blessed!
Anyway, today I am grateful for household machines. This morning, I ran my dishwasher, put a load of dirty clothes in my washing machine, transferred them to the dryer, cut up a bunch of vegetables and placed them in my crockpot to make a yummy and healthy corn chowder, and my bread machine is generating the most mouth watering smells from the Honey Oatmeal Bread it is baking.
I can't believe women used to have to do all of these chores by hand...I am so blessed!
Monday, January 5, 2009
Four is the best.
Ok, so I know I don't have a lot of experience as a mother (yeah, I do have 4 kids, but I've only been doing this mommyhood gig for about 6 years), however I must say that I have determined my favorite age.
It's FOUR years old.
It's the bomb-diggity and I'll tell you why.
When my kids (only two so far) have turned four, it's been like they become this brand new person. While they still have all the same physical cuteness of toddlers, they mentally and emotionally develop as little human beings. They are fun to bring places; everything is exciting and new and fascinating. They are potty trained and are (usually) less-picky eaters; so no diaper bags, sippy cups, or trips to McDonald's only (hurray! we can stop somewhere and get a real sandwich now). They can sit through a movie in the theater, attempt to ice skate and roller skate, have fun at arcades, behave at restaurants, and make great conversation.
When they start to act up, they can easily be reasoned with ("If you eat your veggies, you can have dessert...") and understand consequences so much better. They are compassionate and have the ability to think about others before themselves, they love to show-off their big kid skills to their little siblings ("Here, I'll help you open that snack"), and absolutely adore being treated older than the 'babies'.
Andrew is four right now, and he is just so sweet and fun to be around. He gets super excited about everything (like yesterday when I let him take a nap in my bed), says thank you and sorry every single time it's appropriate, and is the first to remember to say grace before eating.
When Andrew was sick over the break, he would actually throw up in a bowl (couldn't make it to the bathroom fast enough), and then get out of bed, take the bowl to the bathroom, dump the contents into the toilet, rinse it out, wash his hands and then come back to bed...all while feeling like crap. What a sweetheart!
Oh, I just adore four!! Five on the other hand is a different story...
It's FOUR years old.
It's the bomb-diggity and I'll tell you why.
When my kids (only two so far) have turned four, it's been like they become this brand new person. While they still have all the same physical cuteness of toddlers, they mentally and emotionally develop as little human beings. They are fun to bring places; everything is exciting and new and fascinating. They are potty trained and are (usually) less-picky eaters; so no diaper bags, sippy cups, or trips to McDonald's only (hurray! we can stop somewhere and get a real sandwich now). They can sit through a movie in the theater, attempt to ice skate and roller skate, have fun at arcades, behave at restaurants, and make great conversation.
When they start to act up, they can easily be reasoned with ("If you eat your veggies, you can have dessert...") and understand consequences so much better. They are compassionate and have the ability to think about others before themselves, they love to show-off their big kid skills to their little siblings ("Here, I'll help you open that snack"), and absolutely adore being treated older than the 'babies'.
Andrew is four right now, and he is just so sweet and fun to be around. He gets super excited about everything (like yesterday when I let him take a nap in my bed), says thank you and sorry every single time it's appropriate, and is the first to remember to say grace before eating.
When Andrew was sick over the break, he would actually throw up in a bowl (couldn't make it to the bathroom fast enough), and then get out of bed, take the bowl to the bathroom, dump the contents into the toilet, rinse it out, wash his hands and then come back to bed...all while feeling like crap. What a sweetheart!
Oh, I just adore four!! Five on the other hand is a different story...
Friday, January 2, 2009
I'm wondering...
...about short-sleeve sweaters. If it's cold out, you wouldn't want to wear short sleeves, and if it's hot out, you wouldn't want to wear a sweater, right?
So when exactly is it appropriate to wear one?
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