Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Quarantine
For your own health and sanity, please keep your distance for a little while.
It started Tuesday night with Sawyer. A nasty stomach virus that made its way all over the living room and, later, his bedroom. Yesterday evening it found Xander, who luckily enough, was in the bathroom getting changed into pajamas when it struck. Very little cleanup required, thank goodness. But then it found Mommy, too. And Xander again, this time in his bedroom and we were not so lucky on the mess. And then Connor, late last night, also in his bedroom.
It's been a nasty couple of days around our house. I think everyone feels better today, though no one is back to 100 percent just yet. Lots of liquids, very few solids at this point. And lots of laying around, too. The washing machine also hasn't stopped running in what feels like days.
Here's hoping that Daddy has missed this round. Perhaps he needs to keep his distance, too!
It started Tuesday night with Sawyer. A nasty stomach virus that made its way all over the living room and, later, his bedroom. Yesterday evening it found Xander, who luckily enough, was in the bathroom getting changed into pajamas when it struck. Very little cleanup required, thank goodness. But then it found Mommy, too. And Xander again, this time in his bedroom and we were not so lucky on the mess. And then Connor, late last night, also in his bedroom.
It's been a nasty couple of days around our house. I think everyone feels better today, though no one is back to 100 percent just yet. Lots of liquids, very few solids at this point. And lots of laying around, too. The washing machine also hasn't stopped running in what feels like days.
Here's hoping that Daddy has missed this round. Perhaps he needs to keep his distance, too!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Still Not Well
With Sawyer, it's hard to tell when he doesn't feel well. Clearly, being nonverbal, he's not going to tell you what hurts or even when it hurts. He simply can't. But there are other signs.
Sleep. Typically, he's a light sleeper. Eight to 10 hours a day is more than enough most days. No naps, always an early riser. Yesterday he went to bed at 4 in the afternoon and didn't get up until after 8 this morning. And even then, he was perfectly happy to curl up with me in bed for a while. That's not my Sawyer.
Calm. My son is neither still nor silent. Ever. He's in constant motion and, of late, constant jabber. He's had moments of that the past few days, where he dances and plays and jabbers, but on the whole, he's been far too calm. There are too many moments of sitting on the couch, of laying in the floor or of simply not moving at all. That's not my Sawyer.
Food. He loves to eat. Clearly, he's the heavier twin (by all of two pounds, I know). He can be picky like his brother, but he can put away what he does like. Today, since he was munching on crackers and drinking juice again, I stopped at McDonald's to try to entice him to actually eat something for the first time in over two days. Healthy, I know. He took one bite of a french fry and passed. He did eat two or three nuggets, but he usually eats six or seven. Pass on the red soda, which he usually loves. That's not my Sawyer, either.
So, lots of sleeping, lots of stillness and quiet, and not nearly enough eating or drinking. Those are the signs. And unfortunately, he still has all of them. He's currently still sleeping, since about 2 this afternoon, with no signs of having moved in the slightest or any intentions of waking up any time soon.
Poor little guy.
Sleep. Typically, he's a light sleeper. Eight to 10 hours a day is more than enough most days. No naps, always an early riser. Yesterday he went to bed at 4 in the afternoon and didn't get up until after 8 this morning. And even then, he was perfectly happy to curl up with me in bed for a while. That's not my Sawyer.
Calm. My son is neither still nor silent. Ever. He's in constant motion and, of late, constant jabber. He's had moments of that the past few days, where he dances and plays and jabbers, but on the whole, he's been far too calm. There are too many moments of sitting on the couch, of laying in the floor or of simply not moving at all. That's not my Sawyer.
Food. He loves to eat. Clearly, he's the heavier twin (by all of two pounds, I know). He can be picky like his brother, but he can put away what he does like. Today, since he was munching on crackers and drinking juice again, I stopped at McDonald's to try to entice him to actually eat something for the first time in over two days. Healthy, I know. He took one bite of a french fry and passed. He did eat two or three nuggets, but he usually eats six or seven. Pass on the red soda, which he usually loves. That's not my Sawyer, either.
So, lots of sleeping, lots of stillness and quiet, and not nearly enough eating or drinking. Those are the signs. And unfortunately, he still has all of them. He's currently still sleeping, since about 2 this afternoon, with no signs of having moved in the slightest or any intentions of waking up any time soon.
Poor little guy.
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