Say What Wednesday (and HACKED!!)

So, apparently, my account was hacked this morning. Awesome.

And today, I had to take Lex to the doctor this morning because he was running a low grade fever, vomiting, and generally feeling like crap. He was so amazing at the doctor. He was swabbed for strep, gagged, and then went back to playing Angry Birds. Awesome again! Anyway, I stayed home with him all day, and when he finally went down for his nap he slept for FIVE FREAKING HOURS. It was like having a free day at home by myself all day. Score. He's still awake right now, so we'll see if he falls asleep anytime tonight.

Onto Say What Wednesday:

Lex: I have cherry lips, mommy

Lex: Mommy, STOP!!! You're messing up my hair cut!
Me: Who are you trying to impress?
Lex: You.
Me: Oh, well, then I'll stop.

Lex, after putting his leg in the same pants hole 3 times in a row: Aw, DAMN IT! I did it again!!

Lex (after I wiped his mouth after he vomited in a weak voice): Thank you, Mommy. I love you.

An update with a late Say What Wednesday

Just a little backstory on this one...Lex has had a mild-moderate reaction to amoxicillin. He had a double ear infection about 10 days ago. We took him, got him some antibiotics, and things were great until Wednesday. Our daycare provider, Susan, gave Lex a haircut, and when she was done the back of his neck was broken out...bad. We weren't sure what it was, but I knew he still had 2 more days of antibiotics, and I know you're not supposed to just 'stop' taking antibiotics so I gave him last dose before he went to bed on Wednesday night.

Thursday morning, we wake him to take him to Susan's house and both of his eyes are VERY swollen and angry red...so, I call the doctor's office so that they can see him. His appointment is at 8a and I have a dentist appointment another town away in the opposite direction. Thankfully, Dennis is on spring break this week, and he could take Lex into see the nurse practitioner that had some time available. Our doctor's first appointment wasn't until 11a. I guess she had to talk to the doctor anyway because when she saw him, she didn't know what it was.

I guess they figured it had to have been the antibiotic because Dennis is also allergic to all of the cillins too, so they've chalked it up to that. He's now on prednisone, which as far as I can tell, is speed for children. Lex is running around the house like a crazy person. I mean, actually running in circles in the living room, and running from one room to the next. I'd taken yesterday and today off so that I could hang out with Dennis, and then I was taking Lex to Bloomington Bagel Company and then to the library. Um....No. Not happening. I can't take him out in public with his face all blotchy and red and hive-y looking, on top of the out of control running. I don't think he'd listen to me, and I don't want him running all over the library screaming like he is at home. Maybe tomorrow *sigh*

So, onto the SWW comment (which actually happened yesterday. Sue me.):

On our way upstairs to take a nap, Lex tries to grab the remote control to take with him.

Me: Lex, leave the remote downstairs.
Lex: I don't want to.
Me: Well, it won't work on anything upstairs, so just leave it here.
Lex: When *I'm* bigger, I'm taking the remote control upstairs. I'm going to be bigger than YOU, then Daddy, then Susie, then Chase and Chandler (a set of twins at daycare).

So. Sick.

Poor Lex. My wee man started vomiting last night around 6:30p (right on my best friend, Melanie, mind you), and vomited all night until around 2a. Around 12:30a, it was no longer something I had to clean up because he'd officially hit every vomiting person's worst nightmare: the dry heaves. He literally dry heaved every half an hour for an hour and a half.

At 6a when my husband got up, Lex decided HE wanted up (fuck!) and to go downstairs. I let Dennis take him downstairs so I could try to get another half an hour of sleep to add to the, maybe, two hours I got total last night. So, at some point I heard, "KIMBERLY!!!!!" and I knew he'd thrown up again. *sigh* I'm not sure how much water my husband gave him, but apparently it ended up all over Lex and the floor. So, I waited another hour, and started him on tablespoons of water to see if he could keep them down. He's had 2 tablespoons of water so far, and he's keeping it down thus far. In fact, he's been poking around the fridge and pantry looking for something to eat. I hate telling him that we need to wait, but I don't want to clean something up if he's not feeling really well.

I will say one thing. Having an infant or baby sick is awful. It's the worst feeling in the world. But having a sick toddler/preschooler is a little more manageable. You can watch their little faces change. Lex will say, "Mommy" in such a way that I know it's coming (or his activity level drops SIGNIFICANTLY. So, at least now, I can predict when he might throw up. I had no chance when he was a baby. Sure, he kind of whined, but nothing like he does now...

So, today, I get to spend the day with my sick little dude, who is contentedly sitting next to me on the couch watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. It looks like it will be a good day. Sick or not.