Wednesday 13 March 2013

Craaaanky....

A small vent then I will crawl out of my cave and face my children.

After Connor emerged hysterical around 9pm we found a soggy puddle in his bed (we'd not removed a bottle of milk in our tired stupor earlier). So he got moved to our bed and resettled. That meant I got to sleep with tumbleweed and Andrew passed out on the couch. Ahhh the romance. :). Anyway Connor started the groaning around 4am. Even on the best of days I'm over his endless droning when he's actually still tired but is waking up instead.

The moral is I'm in a foul temper, the kids are running around the house like little waifs and I just want to curl up in a ball and sleep for a week. And of course since we are the house of pox all my carer support is cancelled for the rest of the week.

And now I've vented all that into the universe I'm going to make toast and tea. :)

Tuesday 12 March 2013

Definitely Chickenpox....



Well I've learnt something new. You don't actually need to be covered in spots to have chickenpox.

Connor has about 8 spots on his ankles and legs and nothing else anywhere on his body. What he does have is intermittent low grade temps, lethargy, off his food, little vomits every-now-and-then, problems sleeping, and very miserable.

I have been suspicious for a few days that he might be getting it, but I didn't trust my instinct because he didn't have the spots you would expect. Turns out kids who've been vaccinated might not present symptoms as you'd expect.

I just hope we've not passed it on to anyone!

Now we have to wait it out and stay away from everyone. That means cancelling all carer support and no Kindy this week. I'm thinking a case of Gin and a Stargate marathon might be the only way to survive it.

Monday 11 March 2013

Aaaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!

1:30am I woke to Connor running around the house like a lunatic. When I'd fallen asleep at 10pm all had been quiet and peaceful and Andrew was watching a movie. Now Andrew was about to kill Connor who'd been up for some time apparently.

It's now 2:30am and I'm also about to kill said child who despite a clean nappy, melatonin, cuddles, threats and offers of milk is thrashing around the bed having a tantrum and threatening to vomit. As I mentioned, he's deteriorated back to this every night again for the past week. I was sympathetic at first but by now both Andrew and I are out of juice and desperate for some decent sleep. Surely Connor has to be too, I don't know how he keeps up this pace. It feels too late to break out Phenergan and besides we don't want to rely on that too much.

It's no wonder I can't string together two words during the day, the sink is full of dishes and I have laundry piled up like mountains around my bed. After night after night of this I turn into the walking dead by day (and poor Andrew is no better and he has to go to work). Of course it's my own fault, I wrote that stupidly optimistic post just over a week ago. I should have known better. *sigh*

What's worse is how depressed I get at times like these. Everything just gets so overwhelming. It feels like I am so alone and everything is in an endless futile circle. Of course I'm not, Andrew is here swimming upstream with me and that makes me lucky. There are a lot of couples who don't stay together through this kind of pressure. When everyone else has disappeared we have been able to keep getting stronger. It takes a lot of hard work and we are using the counseling services available to us to help work things through, and it's totally worth it.

Time to go, Connor is semi calm again. He's back to the 15min of quiet broken by some thrashing and wailing cycle again. Based on past experience this will most likely go for a few more hours yet before he passes out in time for Merryn to wake up.

Night!

Saturday 9 March 2013

Almost Chickenpox?!?

I got a phone call last week to say Connor's Kindy teacher has chicken pox. Not a call any mum wants to get but he is vaccinated so I hoped it would all be ok even if he got it.

A week later and no spots, so I guess he's fine...but. He has been really off colour all week. He's not sleeping again, and he's vomiting at the drop of a hat. The last few days he also seems to be a bit warm. I'm starting to think he has something but he really has no symptoms other than being 'off'.

At least if he had some spots I'd know what was going on. Needless to say we've broken out the Phenergan tonight after a week of being up all night with him we all need some sleep.

Night all!