Phillip started feeling terrible on Thursday. He was throwing up (that's done now), has a fever, chills, headache, is dizzy and can't walk unassisted as he's still too unsteady on his little feet. When I started to get really concerned yesterday, I called 811, which is a way to speak with a nurse here in Nova Scotia who can advise whether a trip to see a doctor is warranted. After her assessment, she told us to go right to the hospital and she would send her information to them. Off we went, and it turned out that Phillip was dehydrated enough that he needed an IV. The nurses were wonderful and explained everything that they were doing; he was a champ and didn't mind much at all, probably partially because he felt so terrible. As long as he knows exactly what's going on, he's usually fine. (And surprisingly, I was fine, too.) After that was done last night, he felt quite a bit better. Today, he's still feverish and really dizzy, with the chills; I had to carry him from place to place around the house. He did keep a little bit of food down, though, and drank enough to pee several times. The poor kid started to fall asleep in his chair when he was at the table having some toast this afternoon, and he asked to go to bed at 6. He's been sleeping since, the poor little guy. The most pitiful thing he said was after a particularly vicious bout of vomiting yesterday: "But Mama, I wash my hands! And I still got sick."
So this afternoon, I made Nana's biscuits. She raised a pile of children, and I know that she would have some wonderful, time-tested advice. And a big hug, of course.
Oh, and this is the rhubarb jelly that I made from Marisa's book - isn't it beautiful? (And sooooo tasty.) Perfect on a biscuit.I'm going to head up and check on everyone and give P some Tylenol and try to get him to drink a bit. Hopefully he'll be a new boy tomorrow.
Goodnight!
*Edited to add: I just went up to check on everyone, and Phillip's temperature is finally good! He needed to pee, had a little drink and is settled in for the night. I think he's through the worst of it now. It was so nice to kiss his sweet little forehead and it wasn't scorching hot.*
You poor dear...and your sweet babies too! Here's hoping they won't get sick for the rest of the summer. The jam and the biscuits are both beautiful. Is there a story behind the Three Fruits Marmalade?
ReplyDeleteThanks, Teresa! So far, so good! The jar was in my friend Ingrid's house when she moved in. It was her grandmother's house, and her jar. I don't know how old it is. Ingrid offered it to me right away, knowing that I would love it. And of course, I do!
DeletePoor Phillip! You know a little boy is really sick when he asks to go to bed early! I'm glad he's feeling better. <3
ReplyDeleteThe biscuits look lovely and warm, and the jelly looks DEELISH.
Thanks, Lacey! The poor kid is still more tired than usual, but he's almost his usual self. Yay! I wish you could be here for some biscuits and jelly!
Deletenot fun! hopefully the fever has stayed down and all are on the mend.
ReplyDeletebiscuits are good for what ails you. i made some for dinner last night to go with our dinner and they were just what was needed ;-)
Thanks, Amanda! Yes, we're all healthy! Hoooraaaaaay! And I couldn't agree more about biscuits. :)
DeleteHappy he is feeling better. I do love those 811 nurses. I have called them a few times and they have always been great.
ReplyDeleteI've called a few times, too, and they are WONDERFUL. Especially with little ones, it's so nice to know when you really need to take them in, and when you can wait.
DeleteHaving sick babies is just the worst! I hope that you guys are all fixed up soon :) Here in the States we don't have 811 I'm so very jealous that must be a nice thing to have. Can't wait to try the biscuits and let me say I envy your jars.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Erin! And I'm happy to report that we're all healthy! Enjoy the biscuits. :)
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