Middle of the Night Mom Thoughts

My husband had surgery 3 days ago…it was extensive ACL reconstruction surgery in his left knee….they constructed an ACL using part of his hamstring from his right leg, so he’s in a lot of pain.

While he is being a great patient, I’ve been sick… I was sick before the surgery…fever, cough, congestion, runny nose…all that.

The kids have been sick….

The big kids are fine and staying off with grandparents tonight.

I’ve finally got my know it all father in law out of my house, and of course my cough is now worse because I don’t have any help here, both little kids have fevers, and I’ve got 3 different alarms set to make sure my husband has his medicine on time.

My daughter is scratching constantly for some reason, and has decided to come get in the bed with me, and the baby is beet red because his fever is so high.

He refused to take Tylenol or any other medicine, so after trying to cool him down with a rag which he screamed at me for laying on him, I forcibly had to give him the Tylenol.

Of course this resulted in him gagging and drama that wasn’t necessary had he just taken the tasty grape goodness. I mean if he only knew what adults have to take, he’d be a bit more reasonable, possibly.

Meanwhile, I’m forcing this Tylenol down him, while I am coughing uncontrollably, and every time I cough I’m afraid of peeing a little.

I decide to get the baby a popsicle to help cool/calm him down, which leads to me pushing up a popsicle every 10 seconds praying that all the juice doesn’t end up all over my bed.

Meanwhile, every cough loosens my bladder, and inevitably leads to peeing a little, which results in having to walk away with the popsicle for 30 seconds which ends in baby screaming while I’m peeing, holding the popsicle, and it wakes the toddler who tries to comfort the screaming baby while the baby slaps her because he doesn’t want her consoling him, he just wants mommy and the popsicle.

Fastforward all of 5 minutes….we are on popsicle 2, toddler is back asleep, baby’s cheeks are still beet red, but fever is hopefully falling, the cough drop I’ve got doesn’t seem to be working, but I’m praying the medicine I took while I was obtaining popsicle #2 starts working and controls the cough that makes me pee a little.

Baby should be done with popsicle #2 in about 3-5 minutes, which will either bring in tears for yet another, or a satisfaction that results in going back to sleep, which will leave me in limbo for roughly 18 minutes when my alarm clock will be going off to get my husband his medicine and replace his ice in his ice machine and his cold pack from the freezer.

Praying this doesn’t wake the possible back to sleep baby so I can actually go back to sleep as well.

Pray for me!

The Parenting Handbook

The joke is on us as parents. There is NO Handbook that tells us how to DEAL.

I mean there are handbooks for EVERYTHING, but not THIS. There is no book that can tell you how to properly deal with every situation that you will face as a parent, or every EMOTION that YOU as the PARENT will go through when seeing your child hurt or happy, or anything.

This parenting thing is HARD!

I posted a few weeks ago about finding out our daughter had SCABIES. This was the most off the wall thing I could have ever though possible for my daughter, but there it was…..the cream, the pamphlet, the screaming when the cream was put on because it burned so bad because the itching she had been doing caused open wounds……the CONSTANT itching, that makes YOU feel like you want to itch until you feel NOTHING.

We treated her and my oldest son. We washed all the bedding in the entire house, did everything we were supposed to do…… my son seems fine, but our daughter was STILL itching…. then…. the BABY….he is itchy and has spots….the doctor originally said it appeared to be dry skin, and that she didn’t think it was SCABIES, but then he got a spot on his hand that looked like an ant bite, but larger. I told the doctor and she said, let’s treat him for Scabies just to be on the safe side, so with the second tube of ointment, we treated the baby, and myself.

Since this, we have given our oldest a second treatment, because she was STILL ITCHING, and this time it seems to have worked for her, but now my 3 year old, the baby, and myself are itching.

When will it END?!?!?  Again, I say, there are NO HANDBOOKS for this kind of thing. I am literally WASHING BEDDING DAILY to try and rid ourselves of this thing. We have steamed/vaccummed the floors, the couch, the mattresses, the pillows…… I am exhausted. All this laundering has left the house a mess, because all of our attention has been on the bedding and furniture, so NOT ONLY am I ITCHY, but I’m going CRAZY because my house is a MESS!!!

Then, let’s talk about the fact that up until about 3 weeks ago, but 11 year old was still in pull-ups. We have been to a Urologist, tried medications, tried waking her up during the night, EVERYTHING, and NOTHING has been working. About 3 weeks ago, she waited until about 9:00 at night to tell me she was out of pull-ups and I simply said, I’m not buying them anymore. You’ve got to figure it out. It may seem HARSH, but it truly had gotten to a point of what I feel is a dependence on the pull up and she was using her “hard sleeping” as an excuse. She’s never been to a sleepover because it’s embarrassing, and she’s never been to a camp or anything of that nature because of this. She is truly MISSING OUT.

Again, NO HANDBOOK for how to deal with these situations. For inquiring minds……the first night without the pullups, my husband woke her up to go to the bathroom one time, and she woke up DRY!!!  It was like a miracle, because we have TRIED ALL THIS before. 2nd night, DRY, 3rd night, DRY, 4th night, DRY……  In 3 weeks, we have had ONE accident.

Then COMES the RINGER……..  YESTERDAY……..

My daughter gets in the car from school and says, “mom, I tried calling you like 20 times today and you didn’t answer.” So of course I respond as if something is terribly wrong. She hands me the folded up blue piece of paper and says,

“Here, I can’t tell you, JUST READ IT.”

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“OMG, I said.” She says, “yeah, I tried calling you and the office, and your mom and her office, and I even called daddy and was going to ask for you if he answered, but no one answered.”

……..this is what being a mom is…..I want to be there for my child for things like THIS, and I didn’t answer the PHONE. Granted, I didn’t have any missed calls from her either. I don’t know what happened for them not to go through, but none of us had missed calls from her, and she said she called MULTIPLE times.

MOM FAIL!!!

Seriously y’all, there is NO HANDBOOK for all this. No one tells you how much of an emotional roller coaster parenting is, or how much you can love a little person who has the attitude of their father and the looks of you. It is unbelievable the amount of emotions running through me yesterday when I read this little blue piece of paper.

So what now?!? The school nurse talked her through her first time, because the call didn’t come through to my phone…My daughter restored my faith in parenting though when I asked her if she freaked out and her response was, “well, I did at first, but you pretty much prepared me that it was going to come at some point, I just didn’t think it would be today.”  …. We don’t ever expect it sweet girl…..

There’s more about this whole handbook thing that I want to discuss at some point, but I don’t know that it will be today. I just wanted to give my thoughts as to there is NO HANDBOOK. I guess if there were, it would still leave out the little details, because as you all know, everyone is different, and we all parent in our own ways and have different relationships with our children.

I have just been drowning the last month or so with all this sickness and rashes and now this. We get her out of pull-ups and now we have a “woman” on our hands……. although she may think she’s a “woman,” I informed her this morning that she is and will always be my baby and she better not forget that.

Maybe I will write my own book, as a “guide” for my daughters when they have children one day that would at least give them some laughs and enlightenment as to what they can look forward to as MOMS.

Pray for Me.

 

The word for the Day….Scabies! 😳

Be a mom they said…..

It’s the best gift ever they said….

They will bring you the most joy you have ever felt they said……

They didn’t say your 11 year old with a rash since before Christmas that you were told was Eczema, would in fact be Scabies!!!

From what I gather, it’s basically lice of the skin….which means washing all the linens to the beds, clothes she’s touched, towels she’s used, everything I feel like.

Mind you, our family is a close family, so we snuggle and cuddle and love on each other. There is NO personal space, which means, what if another kid has it!?!

In fact, my older son has little bumps on his hands that itch and resemble what my daughter’s started out as, but his is t as bad as hers. Hers is all up and down her arms, all over her stomach, on her hands, between fingers… 🙈😭.

Apparently this mess doesn’t show any signs h til 4-6 weeks after having contracted it, so the baby and the toddler could already have it and I don’t know it yet.

Did I mention before that my older son doesn’t sleep alone and he bed hops?!?! So he slept in his bed last night, mine the two nights before, and his little sister’s the night before that, so guess what that means?!?!

I get to wash all the linens on ALL the beds!!

Are you itching yet???? Because I am just thinking about all this!

I’m going to gather myself while I’m in the Mommy line and then rush home to swap the first load of linens I’ve already washed and replace with a second load, all while trying to get the toddler ready for tumbling, trying to keep my adhd, 11 year old beautiful daughter from touching or sitting on anything that could harbor this mess……

And we are supposed to be ah big people over for a Super Bowl Party Sunday. Working, school, my kids FINALLY aren’t SICK for the first time in what seems to be a lifetime ago, and now THIS.

The word for the day is SCABIES.

Pray for me!