How do I begin. Here we are up in beautiful Garden Valley, ID for Christmas. We’ve been looking forward to this for quite a while now and the 2 weeks previous to our departure I took every precaution to ensure the boys didn’t pick up all the bugs that were going around like wildfire. After all is there anything worse than being sick on Christmas?!!!!
I was even going to keep Ben from Preschool the last week when they were doing all their fun Christmas activities. David sweetly suggested that might be too much and so we let him go. Monday and Tuesday were great. We were set to leave on Friday. Wednesday night we got a mass text from his teacher that her whole family came down with something including her so school on Thursday would be cancelled. Dun dun dun!!!!
Did I mention that earlier that week I had come down with something eerily similar to food poisoning? Ya. Never had that before and now even as I write this I know that it could have been so much worse. I didn’t even throw up I just got really close and then felt gross for the next 2 days. We still don’t know exactly what happened. I am convinced it was bad turkey that was just a day or two too old and David thinks it was a bug.
Thursday comes and we realize after some inspired promptings that we need to leave that day instead of Friday because of bad weather. So off we went!
So glad we did that! For more reasons than just the weather. Friday morning Ben wakes up with a sweltering fever!!! He progressively gets worse and around 9 am throws up once. CRAP!!!! Our Christmas vacation is officially ruined (or at least that’s what I have been trying to talk myself out of-attitude right?)
And in case you are wondering I am not angrily blaming David for talking me into letting him go to school. I realize I can’t shield my son from everything bad, not without him missing out on many a essential experiences.
We had decided on Thursday night when we got here that we would do Christmas on Saturday instead of Sunday because then instead of begrudgingly dragging the boys away from their new toys to go to church at 9:30 we could have the whole day to relax and take our time. Everything was going perfectly!!! Just as planned, or better!
Little did I know that taking our time is exactly what we would be doing. Poor Ben woke up with a fever and still felt horrible on Christmas morning. He hadn’t thrown up again since the morning before and by Friday night was eating a little bit. But everything just wasn’t the way it supposed to be! Can I just say how hard it’s been dealing with the very thing I was trying so wholeheartedly to avoid! I can’t believe it happened! But that’s life.
There was my perfect little happy boy lying on the couch looking like death trying but not succeeding at opening his presents. Break my heart right open.
But because of Ben’s illness, today had been something like I’ve never experienced before at Christmas. Stockings first….nap and snuggles. Breakfast and then more snuggles. Little bit of playing and then another nap followed by opening a few presents. After that we tried to relax and watch a movie downstairs and Grandpa and Daddy plowed the driveway of 9 inches of fresh snow! Then some more present opening and then some lunch and another nap! After nap time we opened the last of our presents at about 2pm!
This is the way to do Christmas I’ll say! It was so fun dragging it out like that. It may not be for everybody but for us this year it worked and it was really nice.
After lunchtime we did give Ben some fever reducer because it just wasn’t going down and he woke up from his nap finally able to fully appreciate the cool things he’d received. His smiles and happy sounds were music to my ears.
The bad news was that William woke up from nap with a fever. CRAP AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!
No throw up. No headache. His spirits seems to be high still so maybe we will get lucky and get by with minimal suffering with William.
Oh how I hate sickness. It really gets me. Especially in my kids.
I will say that I was taught a good lesson here when I saw how David and his parents reacted to Ben’s sickness…his throwing up more specifically. If you know me you know that I have a mild phobia of vomit and it’s a bigger deal to me than the normal person. Ha! So here was Ben moments away from being sick just absolutely miserable in his daddies arms at the kitchen table…everybody talking. Here I am absolutely panicking inside wondering what the heck I was going to do and how we were going to get thru it.
The big moment happens and that’s that. Talking continues as normal. Grandpa comes to the table with his breakfast, moves the bowl of vomit over a bit so he can sit down and enjoy his breakfast. What?! K, this is weird.
Grandma says, “Isn’t it wonderful what the body can do to take care of itself like that?”
I’m thinking, “Wonderful!!!?”
We clean up and take him downstairs to sleep.
I’m thinking, “What just happened?”
But after a while I start thinking and I realize that what just happened around me with my son being sick is closer to the reaction that I SHOULD be having than the one that I tend to have. What I witnessed with my in-laws and husband is closer to a normal and healthy response.
Throwing up does not mean he or anyone else is going to die.
Yup. I’m serious. I have to remind my sub conscience of this.
I am scared. I am a mess. I am down in my room breaking down for a moment or two. In part because my baby is suffering and I want to make it stop and in part because I’m…well I’m weird and I think vomit is the worst thing that can happen to a person.
My husband thinks maybe I need therapy. Maybe he is right. I think he is.
This is Christmas. This is Christmas. THIS IS CHRISTMAS????!
But you know what? It really is OK.
Somehow we will get through it and the memories are made. The boys are at the table (the very one Ben threw up at) playing with their legos happily and merrily.
It is going to be alright. Christmas is not ruined. We (I, more specifically) did get through it. No one died. Hahahaha it sounds so ridiculous!
Pictures of our very different than planned Christmas will be forthcoming.
The difficult part for me now will be letting Ben go back to school before April. Er…. Ever.
Happy New Year everyone!!!