So. We don't have AC. These last 2 hot days were strange for us, especially last night and today. The day went well yesterday. Daddy had bought a $10 kiddie pool that we played in and stayed pretty cool. But when evening came, the heat was just draining every ounce of energy I had, and swelling my phalanges to an unacceptable size. Trent and his dad were sweating like crazy trying to install a stubborn ceiling fan in our room (which included several trips to the even HOTTER attic.) So, the evening was already a little draining. Carson's had a little cough for a few days, but nothing serious. Then last night before bed it got bad. It was a hacking, persistent, borderline barking cough. I wanted to give him something, but keep hearing about NOT giving cough meds to toddlers, so I held off. We did our nighttime ritual, a little later than normal because of the heat, and when Trent went in to lay down and say goodnight, Carson coughed so hard that he gagged and puked all over Trent, his bed and....Minkee. CRAP! (Trent can be cleaned, we have more sheets, but Carson hasn't slept without Minkee in like a year and a half.)
So, we were all up for another 25 minutes cleaning up and comforting and giving water, etc. Carson thought it was all great fun. He was jumping on his bed--if he was sick it was news to him! The coughing went on into the night, waking him (and us) up many times. We took turns staying with him, trying to get him to go back to sleep and explain that Minkee is still taking a bath. Between about 2-3:30, I was in there with him trying to do something to comfort him. I finally got up to look for some kind of medication--ignoring warnings--because it was so bad. But it didn't seem to help. Trent heard me and relieved me about 3:30. Around 4:45, I heard commotion and lights popping on, and sure enough, Carson had gagpuked again--ALL OVER Trent and himself. More lights on, all of us wide awake, finding new blankets/sheets, Trent showering, etc. We had to make a decision--who was going to stay home from work to be with this kid and take him to the dr? Well, if I don't work, I don't get paid, but Trent has sick time, so he got picked. So, he stayed up longer with Carson (getting mildly puked on a THIRD TIME) and I went back to sleep for about 45 minutes and then got up to teach all day. How I lucked out to miss the vomit all three times is just a mystery. :)
The doc thinks it is a virus, but also thinks that Carson has signs of asthma, so now he has an inhaler. I had a special treat for him at bath time tonight...some special bath ducks that I got as a shower gift last weekend. Sydney doesn't mind sharing. :) I think these are dark enough to spare Carson from over-exposing himself to you viewers. As you can see, he is not acting sick in the least!
Oh, PS...the teacher I subbed for was pretty lazy with his plans. Although only ONE of the classes was "film as lit," I watched the last half of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and the first half of The Scorpion King (with The Rock) THREE TIMES. If anyone can tell me how the Scorpion King relates to American Lit, I'm all ears. Also, if you want to guarantee a room full of 35 sophomores will start talking, eating, texting or listening to their iPods, turn the lights out and put a movie on. It's fanTASTic.