Sunday, April 24- Saturday, April 30 was absolute Hell for our family.
An entire week of vomit, diarrhea, and other unmentionables, my six year old was extremely sick and there was no way to prepare or defend ourselves for E Coli EAEC.
For those of you who do not understand what E Coli does, you basically lose all control of your bodily functions. It is a truly magical and terrifying experience.
Despite how sick my son was, he was resilient. A total trooper, wanting to take on each day. I never thought I would see a child violently vomit and defecate, at the same time, then immediately ask for pizza and to play outside. How the Hell is that even possible? I barely get a headache and I want to lay around and cry for hours. This kid wants to play... outside, in the heat, with people.
After missing an entire week of work, my anxiety level was through the roof!
How behind was I?
What does work think?
Is he ever going to get better?
Hopefully the ER has answers....
I wish I had family here.
I hate missing work.
I want my baby to feel better.
Am I going to get sick?
Oh shit. I don't feel well.
Is he contagious?
How much school has he missed?
It rained Friday. I cried in a bath tub for an hour, stressed to the max, and wishing my pills were stronger or more effective. I stormed out of the house, trying to find something for us to finally do. Unfortunately, we lasted 42 minutes and made it to the best part of The Jungle Book before vacating the movie theater. We got home, I put Grayson to bed, and I went and stood outside in the pouring rain.
I could barely compose myself. I wept and wept for hours. I thought of how awful I had treated my fiance during the week. How tired I was, and how defeated I felt. I took care of my child, and finally needed someone to take care of me. I had been so hard on my future wife all week, so why would she want to be near me? I let my emotions consume me. I let the tears run down my face. I took a few deep breaths and walked back in the apartment, soaking wet, drenched in dirty rain water, freezing cold and muddy. I ran a hot shower, and then crawled into bed. I felt pathetic.
An entire week of vomit, diarrhea, and other unmentionables, my six year old was extremely sick and there was no way to prepare or defend ourselves for E Coli EAEC.
For those of you who do not understand what E Coli does, you basically lose all control of your bodily functions. It is a truly magical and terrifying experience.
Despite how sick my son was, he was resilient. A total trooper, wanting to take on each day. I never thought I would see a child violently vomit and defecate, at the same time, then immediately ask for pizza and to play outside. How the Hell is that even possible? I barely get a headache and I want to lay around and cry for hours. This kid wants to play... outside, in the heat, with people.
After missing an entire week of work, my anxiety level was through the roof!
How behind was I?
What does work think?
Is he ever going to get better?
Hopefully the ER has answers....
I wish I had family here.
I hate missing work.
I want my baby to feel better.
Am I going to get sick?
Oh shit. I don't feel well.
Is he contagious?
How much school has he missed?
It rained Friday. I cried in a bath tub for an hour, stressed to the max, and wishing my pills were stronger or more effective. I stormed out of the house, trying to find something for us to finally do. Unfortunately, we lasted 42 minutes and made it to the best part of The Jungle Book before vacating the movie theater. We got home, I put Grayson to bed, and I went and stood outside in the pouring rain.
I could barely compose myself. I wept and wept for hours. I thought of how awful I had treated my fiance during the week. How tired I was, and how defeated I felt. I took care of my child, and finally needed someone to take care of me. I had been so hard on my future wife all week, so why would she want to be near me? I let my emotions consume me. I let the tears run down my face. I took a few deep breaths and walked back in the apartment, soaking wet, drenched in dirty rain water, freezing cold and muddy. I ran a hot shower, and then crawled into bed. I felt pathetic.