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jadedmusings...someone who is not me.
I mentioned on Twitter that the kiddo spent his weekend in bed with a mild fever and stuffy head. Even though he was doing better by Sunday evening, I kept him home from school yesterday just to be safe and so he could go 24 hours without a fever. Yesterday evening the kiddo was back to his old self for the most part, and he felt well enough to joke around with Sam and me.
This morning, I get the kiddo up for school, and while he got out of bed with no problem, getting dressed was another story. He fussed immediately and said he felt sick, acting like he might vomit at any minute. Now, I already knew that there is a stomach virus that's going around the school, so I erred on the side of caution and told the kiddo that I'd let him stay home for a couple of hours; however, if he didn't start running a fever and/or throwing up, he was going to school. What followed was two hours of the kiddo trying to play games, flopping around on the couch, and in general Not Being Sick. Both Sam and I figured he just didn't want to go to school. So, when 9:00 AM rolled around, we packed up and headed for school.
When we got to the school, I noticed he seemed a little sluggish, so I asked him if he felt sick. "No. I feel good," which normally means all is well. I explained to the secretary and his teacher that he had been sick all weekend and that I kept him in this morning since he said he'd felt sick, but seeing as he wasn't vomiting or running fever, I brought him in. Everyone seemed to agree this was a great idea. The teacher mentioned she had seven students out yesterday and five today, and even the secretary apparently spent the weekend in bed due to this stomach virus.
Fifteen minutes later I pulled up to the house only to have Sam meet me at the door. "The school called. Not two minutes after you left, he puked. A lot." Cue me scrambling back to the truck and doing my best to get back to the school ASAP. When I got there, he was lying down in the nurse's office looking very miserable. I, of course, have been feeling so, so, so guilty.
The nurse reassured me that I had done the right thing and that the kiddo wasn't running a fever (she checked it after he got sick and then again before we left, it was normal). Once we got home, the kiddo gravitated toward the television and right now he's playing video games. Had he not gotten sick at school, I'd still suspect him of feigning sick so he could just stay home. Knowing how stomach viruses treat me and how he was last year when he had one, I bet he'll keep acting fine until the next time his stomach decides to heave its contents.
So, yeah, this weekend was rough and this week is shaping up to be..."lovely."
I mentioned on Twitter that the kiddo spent his weekend in bed with a mild fever and stuffy head. Even though he was doing better by Sunday evening, I kept him home from school yesterday just to be safe and so he could go 24 hours without a fever. Yesterday evening the kiddo was back to his old self for the most part, and he felt well enough to joke around with Sam and me.
This morning, I get the kiddo up for school, and while he got out of bed with no problem, getting dressed was another story. He fussed immediately and said he felt sick, acting like he might vomit at any minute. Now, I already knew that there is a stomach virus that's going around the school, so I erred on the side of caution and told the kiddo that I'd let him stay home for a couple of hours; however, if he didn't start running a fever and/or throwing up, he was going to school. What followed was two hours of the kiddo trying to play games, flopping around on the couch, and in general Not Being Sick. Both Sam and I figured he just didn't want to go to school. So, when 9:00 AM rolled around, we packed up and headed for school.
When we got to the school, I noticed he seemed a little sluggish, so I asked him if he felt sick. "No. I feel good," which normally means all is well. I explained to the secretary and his teacher that he had been sick all weekend and that I kept him in this morning since he said he'd felt sick, but seeing as he wasn't vomiting or running fever, I brought him in. Everyone seemed to agree this was a great idea. The teacher mentioned she had seven students out yesterday and five today, and even the secretary apparently spent the weekend in bed due to this stomach virus.
Fifteen minutes later I pulled up to the house only to have Sam meet me at the door. "The school called. Not two minutes after you left, he puked. A lot." Cue me scrambling back to the truck and doing my best to get back to the school ASAP. When I got there, he was lying down in the nurse's office looking very miserable. I, of course, have been feeling so, so, so guilty.
The nurse reassured me that I had done the right thing and that the kiddo wasn't running a fever (she checked it after he got sick and then again before we left, it was normal). Once we got home, the kiddo gravitated toward the television and right now he's playing video games. Had he not gotten sick at school, I'd still suspect him of feigning sick so he could just stay home. Knowing how stomach viruses treat me and how he was last year when he had one, I bet he'll keep acting fine until the next time his stomach decides to heave its contents.
So, yeah, this weekend was rough and this week is shaping up to be..."lovely."
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Date: 2011-02-22 10:29 pm (UTC)