Would that I had much new to report. Instead we are on day SEVEN of the sick E. He did eat two pieces of cereal this morning and smiled once. He still isn't speaking and prefers the "scream in agony" method of communication. Luckily for me, he does not suffer in silence and the suffering goes on all night. Tim has retreated to his basement lair and I am running on very little sleep. It reminds me a great deal of the days of newborns, an era which I think I have made quite clear I did not like the first three times around. I took him to the doctor and was eloquently told he has "the crud." Now I am no Doctor, but that does not sound like a valid diagnosis AT ALL.
I would have been trapped here all week had it not been for Maggie's class trip to the Science Museum on Tuesday for which I had signed up to be a chaperone. Tim was off that day so I was still able to go. I was charged with the care and safety of Maggie, Ashanti and Kianna.
The trip was pretty painful. I'm not sure if it was better than home. When I go to anything like this; class trips, class parties, birthday parties, Maggie becomes an annoying, shy, clingy version of her normal, bubbly, outgoing self. Even her teacher said (and I quote directly) "I have never seen this Maggie before!"
But hopefully when she looks back at this time, she will remember that I efforted and that Mommy was there for her even when she was sick and only had a few poor quality hours of sleep. More likely is she will tell her therapist how Mommy hissed, "So help me god if you whine one more time about how you want to go to the giant mouth I will never go on a class trip again."
I would have been trapped here all week had it not been for Maggie's class trip to the Science Museum on Tuesday for which I had signed up to be a chaperone. Tim was off that day so I was still able to go. I was charged with the care and safety of Maggie, Ashanti and Kianna.
The trip was pretty painful. I'm not sure if it was better than home. When I go to anything like this; class trips, class parties, birthday parties, Maggie becomes an annoying, shy, clingy version of her normal, bubbly, outgoing self. Even her teacher said (and I quote directly) "I have never seen this Maggie before!"
But hopefully when she looks back at this time, she will remember that I efforted and that Mommy was there for her even when she was sick and only had a few poor quality hours of sleep. More likely is she will tell her therapist how Mommy hissed, "So help me god if you whine one more time about how you want to go to the giant mouth I will never go on a class trip again."
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