A Pox On Our House

It's been a difficult couple of weeks. Aside from the fact that the calendar said spring started on March 20, yet the daily high temperature has been consistently 20 degrees below average, all of the Henderlembckes have been sick. And not just the kind of sick where you stay home from work, snuggled in a quilt, watching Young and the Restless, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, and maybe even Martha, but the kind of sick where, in between trips to the toilet, you lie on the bed in the guest bedroom underneath as many quilts as you can find, drugged up on Tylenol PM, moaning. (Real conversation between myself and the Clever King on Tuesday - Me: Why are you moaning? CK: I don't know I just feel miserable. Me: But why are you moaning? Real conversation between myself and CK on Wednesday - Me: Ahh, ahh, ahh. CK:Now you know why I was moaning, don't you?)

I learned a few things during this period: (1) An infant can vomit up more liquid than you think it is possible for his stomach to hold. (2) The sound of a parent vomiting can be loud and terrible enough to cause an infant to start crying. (3) There really is a point where parents can be too sick to take care of their sick child. (Thankfully, we just flirted with this line, rather than crossing it.) (4) The combination of an infant being sick and teething may be too much for any parent to handle (at least without spades of baby ibuprofen and Tylenol).

After this weekend, I think it is safe to say that we are all feeling better. Jack is back eating solid foods, drooling on everything he can get in or near his mouth, and being his usual happy-go-lucky self. CK and I feel like normal human beings and are accomplishing more each day than minimal self-care and chores.

As if this wasn't good enough news in and of itself, it is supposed to be 66 degrees here by Tuesday. Now, if only we can get Jack back on track with his sleeping.

Hopefully, more updates soon. Unless we are too busy playing in spring (fingers crossed)!