Saturday. Kid#1 has a birthday party to attend on Sunday. Kid#2 is jealous, upset, envious, sad - he wants to do something special too. "No problem!" I grandly proclaim. "When your brother is at the birthday party, you and I can do something else - you pick, we'll do it." After I dismiss plans to go to the Eiffel Tower, Egypt and Toronto, we settle on pizza for lunch, McDonald's play place and a run in the park. We're all set.
Sunday. Kid#1 gets set for his birthday party. Kid#2: "My tummy hurts." Me: "Well if your tummy hurts so much, maybe you should go and lie down." Kid#2: "Ok". Clearly he's quite sick.
We don't go for our pizza lunch. We don't go to McDonald's. I sit on the side of his bed the entire afternoon while he lies watching kid movies. He occasionally complains about his tummy. He says he feels like throwing up, but can't. He doesn't eat all day. He doesn't have a fever, but clearly he's not well. I debate our options.
Sunday afternoon. I go get Kid#1 from the birthday party, and we go grocery shopping. When we get home, Hubby is on his hands and knees scrubbing the carpet. Apparently, when Kid#2's movie was over, he came downstairs and promptly threw up on the carpet. My unasked question to Hubby: what are you doing letting the sick kid wander around the house without a barf bucket nearby? What I say instead: "Thanks."
Kid#2 feels much better, but I give him Gravol for the night anyhow. In the morning, his appetite seems to be ok. He bounces off walls all day. He's seemingly healthy. He's resilient. I'm still stunned that we got hit with a back-to-school virus in the first week of back-to-school.
Hopefully that's it for the year - he should have built his resilience and immunity now - right?
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