It's 2 in the morning and I dare not sleep.
Both Evan and Jordan are nursing ridiculously high temperatures. According to the doctor, there's an extremely virulent strain of influenza out there that manifests in high fevers that go on for a week as well as a nasty cough.
The twins have both.
As they try to sleep and their little bodies battle to fight the bug, they whimper and moan in their sleep. They cry out and big, fat, hot tears roll down their flushed cheeks.
A cocktail of Nurofen and Panadol is given to them every 3 hours without much avail. The next best thing is to sponge them. For that to happen, one of us has got to stay up.
As I sit beside Jordan (Evan's fever is a little bit better controlled) and sponge her, occasionally offering her sips of water, I recall my mom telling me about how my dad- despite his being rather hands-off as a parent, would stay up nights and conscientiously sponge our fevers away. And this evening, when we went to visit him, even though he's become a bit more frail and weak, his experienced hands felt out both children's fever faster than a thermometer did.
Thinking about that and sitting up with my sick child now makes me miss my dad. It also makes me miss being a little girl.
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Friday, June 04, 2010
Heartache
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Maybe use a suppository next time? It'll help to keep the fever down at night.
ReplyDeleteMy kids wouldn't let me sponge them when they want to sleep!
Hope they get well soon.
The fever was too high. The suppositories didn't work either. Eventually, we had to take her to the Emergency room.
ReplyDeleteThings are slightly better now but they always seem that way in the day!