Sunday, December 28, 2008

I'll have what he's having

Christmas was just okay this year.

My son D has had a cold for almost three weeks, and just when he was getting over it (I thought) he spiked a temperature of 103.2 on Tuesday (Dec 23). Awesome.

We went to my parents' house prior to going to another relative's house for Christmas Eve appetizers. Before we left, they lost power (AGAIN). Awesome. A still sick D stayed at my parents' house with my husband.

My cousin mentioned (for the third time since my first miscarriage) that I could "solve" something (I can't remember what) by having another baby. She doesn't know about the miscarriages, obviously.

Later, I dragged my husband to the candlelight service at church and I cried pretty much the whole time. I think the tears were a combination of the miscarriages, D being sick for Christmas, and just the nice feeling of being in church. I'm not as much of a church-goer as I would like to be, but I used to be when I was younger, and being in church makes me feel safe and loved. I guess it was like I had permission to let my defenses down for a short while. (So that was probably the BEST part of Christmas.)

The power had come back on, but was off again when we got home from the service. Because my parents have a well and a pump, that means no running water. We brushed our teeth in the dark with bottled water and went to bed (me without going to the bathroom because I was afraid I might still be spotting and didn't want to leave that surprise in the bathroom for anyone else.)

Luckily, the power was back on in the morning. D was sick and whiny all day on Christmas day. I felt so bad for the poor guy. It's such a terrible feeling to not be able to make it better for him.

Now some background: My nephew had the Rotav.irus two weeks ago, and my sister-in-law and brother both got it after he was over it. (If you don't know what it is, it's a flu type of thing with persistent vomiting and diarrhea. And it's very contagious. Again, awesome.)

D was JUST starting to feel better on friday and show no signs of having a fever.

On Saturday morning, D's whole crib was covered in last night's dinner. He puked three more times that morning, and then got the big "d" later in the afternoon. I called my Mom and it turned out that she and two of my cousins were having the same symptoms. (These are all people who saw my nephew, brother, and SIL on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.) My husband and I are washing our hands like maniacs and praying that we DON'T get it.

So that's the story.

I guess Christmas could have been worse... I have a loving and wonderful family, and I can almost forgive my brother's family for giving us the Rotov.irus. On top of that, my hsband T got me a beautiful white gold, ruby, and diamond necklace along with a pair of garnet and diamond earrings. He's a keeper. ;)


Cara said...

A keeper indeed!

I had a sick babe too. She rallied well and has napped like the end of the world is near ever since.

SurroMommy said...

This is probably the first year Lo wasn't sick for Christmad, though she did have Croup for Thanksgiving.

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry Christmas had so many snarls for you. I hope you son is feeling better...that's just gruesome to be that sick at Christmas.