It's always something, isn't it?
Sunday night one of my kiddos complained of a sore throat. We did the whole check your allergy meds, blow your nose, bump up your antihistimane, and gargle with warm salt. Nothing helped, and by Monday night, said child spiked a fever.
Of course. Said child visited the doctor, was diagnosed with Strep and so began antibiotics Tuesday night.
Wednesday and Thursday said child was really, really punky. Out of sorts, still feverish until Thursday morning, crying, complaining - and not sleeping. Which, in conjunction with the fever, meant that said child slept with Mommy.
Saturday morning said child had a very special activity planned - one that was very much anticipated - and said child woke up crying. Much anticipated activity was scrapped, and the thought entered my head that maybe, just maybe, those antibiotics weren't working. The throat wasn't sore, but the child was still slightly just - off.
Saturday night, a sibling had a birthday sleepover planned. There had been no fever for 36 hours, and child had been on the antibiotics for over 72 hours, so everything should be fine, yes? Just in case, I thought if said child was irritable, I'd wisk said child away and the party could continue, but there were no issues. Absolutely none. Everyone ate pizza, had ice cream cake, played soccer, watched movies and was completely fine.
At 11 p.m., the party was still going strong. I was not happy - I need me some sleep, y'all, and I am not shy about telling everyone. Said child started to cry and got so worked up - well, child worked herself right in to an asthma attack. So I pulled the child into bed with me - again - and I rubbed the back and spoke about deep breathing - child has a history of being easily overwhelmed and emotions cause this kid to quickly become out of control, asthma wise. I finally got the child to sleep, and dozed off - to wake when said child kicked me straight in the knee cap, just cunning enough to direct said kick straight up under the kneecap and cause me to see stars in my dreams.
And then, at 4:17 a.m., birthday sleepover sibling started throwing up. Someone who had not been ill at all - in fact, she's not been ill in at least a year - she had perfect attendance, even. And it became quickly evident that this was not a one time shot, and it was not confined to one end of the body - nor was it confined to just the birthday child. Now I know why the strep child was not feeling well, even though the throat was no longer sore.
It is a great thing that we have a sanitize cycle on the washing machine. I've been doing bedding and towels and clothes for 6 hours. Each of the sick people has taken three showers.
Usually, when people leave a party puking, it's your 21st, not your 11th. We know how to do things up here, yes, indeedy.
I'd give my arm for some sleep right about now.