Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas.

Phew. I have not posted in a long time. It has been a difficult week and I have not been well at all. Since Saturday I have been quite under the weather, and was improving some early in the week, but on Wednesday I started to go downhill again. Then yesterday I woke up and looked out the living room window at all the snow and I had stabbing pain in my left eye. Every time I looked into the brightness outside (it was cloudy out) it hurt significantly, and sure enough that eye is red again. have been extremely discouraged about the never-ending saga with my eyes, and a few other health issues sprinkled in there now and again to spice things up. I felt like giving up. I have taken Advil first thing in the morning every day for the last week.

This morning I woke up at 5 a.m. to a hungry baby, and at 5:15 a.m. Cody was up for the day. He attempted to wake Jamie, but Mike intervened very quickly and we brought him to our bed. Mike left him there with me and went to sleep on the couch. He was the lucky one. Cody talked for about an hour about how he did not want to be in our room. Then he left to use the bathroom and returned, asking me to please pray for his diarrhea. Oh boy. I must have drifted off some time close to 7 a.m., but the next thing I heard was a splattering sound in the hallway. I knew right away he had thrown up. Fear hit me right away, because as I have mentioned previously, I am terrified of barfing, or witnessing barfing, or smelling it, or cleaning it up...need I go on?? Somehow, in my mothering experiences, I have managed to avoid barf for three and a half years. Let me rephrase. I have dealt with more than my share of spit-up type barf, and while gross it is nowhere near the level of disgusting as regular barf. I don't like it, but it does not phase me. I called Mike for help and ushered Cody to the bathroom where he promptly finished what he started. Thankfully, it just looked like water so I was not grossed out. The fear did not leave though, as I couldn't help but wonder whether we would all be barfing before the holidays were over.

Without getting into any further details, I will say that there has not been any more barf, but his stomach is definitely still not right. He is not really eating either. That combined with my splitting headache, Mike's stomach ache and our exhaustion, has made it final. We are not going to my family's Christmas celebration today. That makes two years in a row that my side of the family has missed Christmas because of illness. Truly, it is depressing. I am very sad, but there is no point going when we all feel kind of crappy and when we might spread it to others, although my nephew also threw up this week, so I don't know.

No turkey dinner for us tonight. I will likely hit the sack soon for a nap. Hopefully that will make my head feel better. I am holding my breath and hoping that none of the rest of us will get this. I guess we'll see what happens. On the bright side, Cody is acting completely normal and is loving his new toys. he has been playing all day and does not really seem sick except that he won't really eat. I don't even mind the idea of having some fun family time at home, except that I don't feel like I can participate because of my headache. Maybe I'll try to have a nap and then we can play some Wii together or something.

I also must remember that the true meaning of Christmas is that we are celebrating the birth of Jesus. I know that historically speaking he was not actually born in December. I've heard it was more likely March, but no matter. This is when we celebrate his birthday, regardless. I was thinking of Mary the other day, and really pondering how she must have felt having to give birth in some stable, or stable like area, far away from her home. She was pretty young too, from what I've heard. I think the consensus is that she was in her early teens. Wow. I can't imagine. Now that I have been through child birth I have to say it is bad enough being in a vehicle on the highway when you're in labour. It must have really been horrible riding on a donkey. Okay, I know there is nothing to indicate that she was necessarily in labour on the donkey. I was just imagining what it would have been like. Not my cup of tea, I'll tell you that much.

Anyway, this is disjointed and not all that uplifting, so I am going to sign off here. Maybe Mike can help me make the bed so I can go sleep on it. I washed the sheets this morning in case of germs. Hopefully I will have a good report tomorrow. Merry Christmas, everyone.

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