Monday, January 26, 2009

My day

This is Kitty Bear.

She's a big part of my day today.

Yesterday I was having contractions at church.
I'm only 19 weeks.
I came home to put my feet up and they stopped.
Even though I am assured that everything will be fine with the baby,
I vowed to take it easy for the next few days.
So, last night, Bella goes to bed with a fever and thrashes through the night.
LG also goes to bed with a fever and a sick stomach and also thrashes through the night.
This morning I drug up LG with some Dayquil so that he can go to court.
As he leaves the house trying not to puke I hear his voice trail quietly, "I need a partner so bad."
I drug up Bella with some Tylenol because her fever is higher.
I wait for LG to return.
He looks ghost white and sweaty.
I put him to bed.
I put Abigail in charge and run Kitty Bear to the vet.
Kitty Bear pees all over me and my van on the way. I have been meaning to buy a kitty crate and never got around to it. Kitty Bear did not like that pillow case. I threw it away.
I watched Kitty Bear scratch the vet's eyes out while she got her vaccines and her tapeworm treatment.
I get an education about tapeworm. In the bottle it is all wound up like a spring and about 3 feet long. Kitty Bear has one of those inside of her. Yuck!
I go home. Everyone is managing and Bella seems to feel a little better. LG is knocked out.
I put Abigail in charge again and run to the store for whatever I can find that is a kid's form of Dayquil. It worked for LG and I want it for Bella.
Abigail calls me at the store. Sophia is throwing up.
I run some groceries by a friend's house who believe it or not has it worse than me today.
I run home.
I drug up Sophia and Bella.
Abigail and I do a little dance because we are the only members of the family who are not throwing up.
I forgot how violent it is when a man is hurling out his guts over a toilet.
I get everyone situated and make the rest of my Relief Society phone calls to make sure all the other sick people at church are taken care of.
I make dinner, clean up the disaster of a house, and sit. And try to find somewhere to put my feet up. It doesn't matter because I only get to sit for five minutes.
It's bedtime for Abigail and Bella and Sophia is thrashing.
I take care of Sophia and LG some more.
I do a load of laundry because the kids need their favorite pj's for school tomorrow.
I then realize that LG needs a shirt ironed for court tomorrow.
I iron.
Kitty Bear is making weird noises.

She throws up all over the carpet.
Sophia then proclaims that Abigail and I are indeed the only members of the family who aren't sick.
I feel another contraction and remember that I was supposed to be taking it easy today.
So much for that.
If this baby is to survive I think it must be a girl.
One more week and we shall see.
The good: Because I have been home playing nurse, I had time to blog today.
The bad: I will more than likely be up all night.
The ugly: The fact I have been wearing a shirt with cat pee on it since 11 am this morning.


Jenny said...

So sorry to read that you have had such a challenging day. Hope you get a shower and a new shirt soon. Your in my prayers tonight.

♥ Somebody Loved ♥ said...

Kudos to you oh great queen of the puke & pee. The only way you survive days like this...
the end.
Thank goodness.
Moms never know what it is like to kick back and put their feet up... even when that is the recommendation. Life happens... 24/7 for Moms everywhere.

devri said...

I had contractions eary like 17 weeks. My doc says that the more you have, the earlier braxton hicks come. but take it easy just in case.

I sprained my foot, and broke my big toe on Saturday, I am suppose to be off it, yeah right.. 7 kids. I don't think so.

Renee said...

Oh my goodness, so sorry! I hope your family recovers soon and you can get some real rest!

Alice Faye said...

I knew I should have stayed in Knoxville Sunday! However, you would have been nursing me too. I had a migrane that put me to bed last night. I'm better now so I can come back!!!

Lori said...

Ooooooooh Alice. Puke is the worst. Puking cats might be the very worst, I don't know. Then again maybe a puking LG is as bad as it gets. Try not to puke. Next time you need more medicine please call me. Gas prices are cheap now. Afton always falls asleep in the car, we love going for drives.

(Though it was tragic, that was a really wonderfully written post.)

Katy Beth said...

The joys of motherhood, eh? I hope everyone feels better soon. I know you take care of everyone, but please take time to take care of yourself. Please? If you don't, I will & you know I mean it. No pussyfooting around! Even if I have to take the day off & come over there to do stuff for you & make you sit, I will. :)
Hopefully the next few days won't be so bad....

Rita said...

Oh Alice -- you poor thing! I hope you're alright and everyone is feeling better! You know I am right up the street if you ever need anything -- seriously! I can run to get medicine or groceries for you -- please just call me!

And you are just plain amazing -- your family is feeling awful and yet you STILL find time to take care of other people and their families! God bless you for that!

Wendy said...

Thats horrible. I hate that for you. I hope the family gets better soon and you take care of yourself.

Marla said...

Keep yourself non contracting!! I've been having braxton hicks though since 14 weeks this time around. They come and go.

Katina Angola said...

UUUM Yuck Alice. If I had known I would have taken a day off and helped you out

Mother Goose said...

ew, the good bad and the ugly! OH, i feel for you. I have had days similar. I am so sorry. Please take care of yourself.

It stinks when everyone in the house is sick but the mommy. I hope LG gets to feeling better QUICK! and he owes you big time.