My poor little Jett has been fighting off this stuff for about 3 days and it totally sucks. There is no other word for it.
He cried non stop all day yesterday. Literally non-stop. None of my other kids have cried so much when they were sick as he did yesterday. It was a nightmare. I just wanted to sit there and cry with him. It's horrible to see your kids suffer and know there's nothing you can do about it. Getting him to take his medicine was insanity. I had to pin him down and pray that he didn't spit more than half of it out. When he would ask for something to eat or drink, I would give it to him and he would just hold it and look at it, sometimes he'd even smell it, but was too afraid to swallow, so the looking and smelling was where it ended. It was the most pitiful thing ever! He also wanted to keep washing his hands. I don't know if the cold water on his hands made him feel a little better, or if he's developing some sort of OCD, but whatever it was, the kids was obsessed with washing his hands all day. He literally washed his hands like 3 times an hour. And not just for a minute each time...he would stand there and run his hands under the water for a good 5 minutes. At one point, I just filled the kitchen sink with water and added bubbles because if the kid has to touch water at all times, he needs some bubbles to go with it. It was so weird the way he obsessed about it, but for some reason it calmed him down, so I went with it.
|The most pitiful, forced smile I've ever seen.|
This morning, he woke up and came into the living room saying "Mommy, I feeling better." I could have cried then, too. Watching him skip around and (mostly) act like his normal self made me so happy. It seems like he's turning a corner, thankfully!
Here he is this morning, with a diaper on because he had diarrhea in his underwear earlier and oh my gosh, I'm not dealing with that again:
|Just chillin', playing Disney Scene It.|