Thursday night hit our house with all the darkness of a Tim Burton film. My usually bubbly little toddler-man child hit bottom at dinner time when he refused one of his favourite meals, spaghetti bolognese. It was the cream of the crop as far as bolognese sauce goes too because it came from the 78 year old Italian neighbour who grinds his own meat for the sauce. I don't know what kind of magic he uses but it must have something to do with sticky tape. Which I found a piece of when I was heating the pot for dinner. Totally normal, right? I can't judge because his sauce still tastes better than mine. All I want to know is this: was it generic tape or the good Scotch stuff?
|Here comes the HERPES!!!!! Ahhhhhhh!|
Dave came home in time for dinner and we offered Charlie another favourite meal. I got a quick peek at his tongue as he tried to taste what was on offer. I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture while he was willing to stick it out for me. He had huge ulcers on his tongue, and on the roof of his mouth as well. No wonder the kid hadn't eaten all day.
|Exactly how Charlie sees me every time I've tried to feed him the last 5 days|
I called the only Pharmacy (7 minutes away) that was open until 12pm. They told me they didn't carry the dispersible tablet for the anti-virus medication. My husband came home, and then I drove to another pharmacist 3 times the distance. I arrived home at 11.30pm and woke my son up. We tried to give him the medication and he threw up twice. Along with the medication came up the watermelon and ice block, the only two things he'd eaten for dinner. I felt immense pressure to get this medication into my son after speaking to a Doctor and 3 pharmacists that night about the importance of him getting that first dose in ASAP. There was nothing more we could do until morning but try and get him to sleep
As soon as morning came we were off to the Emergency Department. My son was still not eating, and would barely drink a thing. The medical staff also seemed stumped on the diagnoses for him. They checked him for Hand Foot and Mouth too, and decided it must be the Herpes virus as they'd never seen ulcers like this on a child so young. After the painful fight of administering the $110 numbing gel all over his mouth he finally was willing to eat a fruit salad cup. I swear we felt like the biggest winners getting that first piece of fruit into his mouth, and my husband was able to sneak the tablet into the fruit, bit by bit.
|Family portrait of us begging God to make it stop!|
|Day 4 of my son's juice diet: He's looking so much skinnier already. He'll be walking catwalks in no time.|
After all this, you can imagine how freaking incredible it was to have my GP friend, Phoebe, turn up last night with a big casserole dish full of the most delicious eggplant lasagne ever! Pasta for another WIN! YES! The dread of creating and making dinner, and then doing dishes was just too much for me. And there's enough left overs to last us for dinner again tonight. These are the kind of friends the world needs more of, am I right ladies? I used to think it was just women in churches who did this for each other. A good home cooked meal is sometimes the best gift you can give someone suffering with a sick child, or settling in with a new bubba. My "village" of mamas also did their bit to cheer me up on Saturday night by taking me out of the house for a couple hours before I completely lost my mind.
|I am so grateful for the magic of makeup that covers up how haggard I feel.|
*This isn't a sponsored post I just love what they do for mamas!