Some Items
1. The husband burned me a CD by Gaslight Anthem, completely unprompted. My iTouch has taken to starting up in random play mode whenever I hook it up in the car. The child has created an imaginary band called “Boston Rock,” who she says I would really like “if you would listen to them, Mommy.” I think they’re trying to tell me something about my listening habits.
2. On the other hand, Eliza and I were watching the new KOL concert film tonight (she prefers concert films these days) and she pointed to the guitarist and said, “That’s Matthew Followill. He plays a Gibson Les Paul.” She only cares about guitarists and what they are playing. This is what happens when you hand primary childcare duties over to your husband.
3. After posting normal, non-fever temperatures for both of us earlier this evening, I went to recheck Eliza just now and our thermometer told me her temperature was 107.6 degrees F. Since the child is manifestly neither dead nor setting things on fire with her touch, I am pretty sure the thermometer has stroked out.
4. I am pretty well better, but Eliza’s recovery is herky-jerky. After torturing me with her wellness on Wednesday and continuing to post improvement most of yesterday, last night she backslid abruptly into coughing-and-crying land, ending with screams of “Mommy, I puked in my bed!” The poor thing coughed so hard she threw up and spent the rest of the night a weepy mess, with the morning not much better. The poor thing looked awful and had us worried enough to take her to the doctor before posting the aforementioned late-day rally. Which is good because we have plans with some of our favorite people this weekend and things were looking quite bleak for a while there. I’m not ready to declare the of Swinefest 2009, but let’s just say I am back to cautiously optimistic that we will not have a bunch of disappointed kids on our hands on the morrow.
5. Relatedly, if you are wondering why I am listening to the above-mentioned KOL concert film at jet-engine volume levels in my car (yay for the itouch, which lets me play it over a stereo; I AM NOT WATCHING WHILE I DRIVE), it’s because I am trying to drown out the auditory hallucinations. I have been awakened and/or interrupted by my kid’s shrieks and whimpers so often over the past week that I am now hearing her cries of distress everywhere.
6. Hm. Radio silence. Went to investigate. Child has fallen asleep in my bed again. Given the frim fram that usually surrounds bedtime, her sick-day habit of passing out at random is very disconcerting. When she is sick and sleeping like that, she looks like a baby bird.
Eeeeah… get better.
Yep, I know about the auditory hallucinations, I get them with newborns as well as with sickies. Is never helped by living in a neighborhood crammed to the gills with kids of a similar age who sometimes go outside and shriek. I am left asking myself, “wait…. was that outside, or was that in the other room/downstairs etc…?” I never know for sure till I hear or don’t hear it again.
I hate sick day passing out. I’ll take frim fram and the resulting uninterrupted sleep over the passout and following wakefulness-at-two-a-m crap any day.
Comment by bon — November 6, 2009 @ 11:43 pm
Eliza and the music stuff is just hilarious. I love it.
I have had those hallucinations before as well. Not fun.
The passing out at irregular times always makes me uneasy. A NEVER naps so if she falls asleep at a weird time I know that she’s either really exhausted or getting sick.
Hope you are both back to normal soon! xo
Comment by Mama D — November 7, 2009 @ 11:16 pm
My oldest kid has always resisted sleep (it seems just on general principle!) Because of his resistance, his sister never ceases to full-on freak us out because she will just sleep ANYWHERE and will even ASK to sleep. Hello? What?
Comment by cagey — November 8, 2009 @ 8:06 pm
Cagey — I can imagine. That is practically unheard of in my experience with toddlers!
Comment by elizasmom — November 8, 2009 @ 8:11 pm
Oh my gosh! I totally missed what appears to be your own h1n1 mess. I started at the end, so I know you are okay, but I want you to know, you have my full sympathy and empathy for having a child of Eliza’s caliber sick. UGH!
Comment by Jo — November 22, 2009 @ 2:01 pm