Thursday, January 25, 2007

It’s that time of year again

‘Tis the season for sniffles, runny noses, coughs, and fevers. It’s officially germ season. And my kids are infected big time. Baby girl is on her third round of antibiotics since December 29th. When she gets finished with this one, she will have been on antibiotics for 30 of the past 35 days. First it was a single ear infection, then a double ear infection right on the heels of the first, and now strep. She could really use a break. The boy was fortunate to get strep too so now they are both on meds. But between the illnesses and school being closed for a week due to icy roads, you can imagine what a fun month this has been. I started wondering if maybe I was experiencing some sort of delayed PPD, but after a couple of days of crying and feeling sorry for myself, I snapped out of it and started making a conscious effort to be more positive about the things that were going wrong around me. And I started feeling a lot better. But it’s starting to look like things are on the upswing and the kids are starting to feel better and hopefully (knocks on wood, crosses fingers, says prayer) we will all be going back to daycare/school/work tomorrow. Wish us luck!

Also, thank you for all the nice comments regarding my dog. It really means a lot to me and I’m sorry I haven’t responded to everyone. I’m really handling it better than I thought I would, but then I have loads of things to keep me busy so I don’t think about it as much. The hardest part has been explaining the concept of death to my son. He didn’t seem sad at all, but he definitely didn’t seem to understand. He kept asking when Oscar was coming home. We tried all the gentle ways to explain it, but finally I just thought I’d be brutally honest. I told him Oscar was dead and never coming back. He thought about it for a while and then asked, “Who killed him?” I said, “Nobody, honey. He was just old and sick and he died.” Then he asked, “Did a policeman shoot him?” (Apparently we need to monitor the television a little better.) I tried to explain that death was just a part of life, and that sometimes animals (and people) get old and sick and die. And then we took a walk today and passed a woman walking her dog. He told her that her dog was pretty and that our dog was dead. So maybe he gets it now.

5 Comments:

Blogger KatyaR said...

Have you thought about fumigation? :<))

Poor Boy--I wouldn't know what to say about something like that.

Get everybody well soon!!!

7:06 PM  
Anonymous Krista said...

I know what you mean about kids being sick. I get discouraged about mine being sick so much too. And also worried about the antibiotics that the doctor always puts Niklas on each time (won't be develop immunity?). So you get my full sympathy. And it is okay to have days to feel sorry for yourself. After I allow my feelings (and a good cry) I always feel better and get up and deal with it. Big hug from me missy! And I think you touched the hard subject of death in a great way with your son too!

1:06 PM  
Anonymous Meira (comments AT voirdire DOT org) said...

Awww. I'd say he gets it pretty well! My 40-yr-old friend's dog died about 2 months ago, and she too walks around saying "That dog is pretty, and mine is dead . . ."

8:59 AM  
Blogger Procrastiknitter said...

((HUGS)) Missy. We went through that with Nan (now 4) in the fall. Has she been on Vantin? It was a GREAT antibiotic when nothing else would work.

Hope everyone is doing better.

11:11 AM  
Blogger Lisa said...

OMG!!! I haven't laughed so hard in a very long time... LMAO!!! "Who killed him" and "did a policeman shoot him" and "your dog is pretty, ours is dead"... OMG. That is hilarious!!

9:28 PM  

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