Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Lockdown


My youngest daughter, Violet, is really sick again. She's going to be three in less than a month, and for her first couple years, she was sick all the time. We haven't had anything like this since last June. I was hoping that she had outgrown her asthma.



Thankfully, she just fell asleep. Today until now - I've been running around, waiting on the kids, getting them to the doctor, filling the prescriptions, picking up supplies, waiting on the kids, making phone calls, going back and forth between my computer and the kids: canceling my appointments, STOP FIGHTING, helping someone figure out how to sub for my classes, STOP SQUEEZING THE CAT, answering emails that can't wait, HOW CAN YOU BE HUNGRY? YOU JUST ATE, and realizing I forgot to do one more thing . . . STOP HURTING EACH OTHER! YOU NEED TO REST!



Violet's on four different meds - two inhalers, steroids and antibiotics. The steroids transform her normally athletic self into spiderwoman. She climbs up things and hangs there. She jumps off high places. She kicks and screams with zest. She throws things and upends furniture. It's sort of a Spiderwoman - Incredible Hulk hybrid.



My older daughter, Daisy, is automatically EVEN SICKER THAN HER SISTER though her cold symptoms are relatively mild. The more labored and crackly Violet's breathing is and the more medicines she receives, the more eloquent Daisy's argument that she NEEDS HER OWN DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT. Do you see how she can't BREATHE VERY WELL? She is REALLY, REALLY SICK. And then she gets creative . . . the food she eats leaves bacteria in her body. She has a stomachache. Get her to the doctor immediately. DO I HAVE A DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT? The constant stream of conversation from the older one overlapping the physical stunts of the younger one make me dizzy.



So, we're on lockdown for the rest of the week. Wish me luck. The combined force of their wills brings to mind an image of water overflowing a dam. The rising water rushes over the edge, spilling out of the cracks in every direction. Yes, I am comparing myself to a cracked dam. I'm too tired to think of a more flattering image.



One of my favorite books about kids is The Happiest Toddler on the Block by Dr. Harvey Karp. The best part is about how humans go through all the major evolutionary stages in their early lifetimes. My 2-year-old is still in the cavegirl stage . . . she hasn't quite joined the village, if you know what I mean. I could tell that this morning when she pinned her older sister down using a small chair while standing on her face. She is using tools and knows how to defend herself, but she's never shared a civilized meal with anybody.



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