I have mixed feelings about him being sick. Of course I don't want him to feel ill and terrible and to be hurt, but man when he's sick with a fever or something he is SO snuggly. I love that he just lets me hang onto him. It's pretty relaxing. Well, it would be if he wasn't so hot that he burned my lap after sitting on it for 10 minutes.
The first day he was sick, thursday, he was like that. Just really cuddly, tired and sweet. He even said he needed his bed in the afternoon and went straight to sleep when I put him in it.
You may remember this picture from a few days ago. I'm putting it back up here because I think it's so adorable.
Poor little cute snoozer. The best part about this picture is that you can't smell him. OK, that was probably too much information, but it's true, he was a little stinky.
Here he is thursday morning, resting in his chair.
Here he is taking a much protested "nap" on his bed.
yes, he's on his bed, AND in a tent. That's another story for another day.
Anyway, when we got sick when we were little my mom would often make "sick eggs" for us to eat. Ok, it sounds gross now that I'm writing the name down, but it's supposed to mean eggs for when you're sick, not gross eggs.
They consisted of a couple of warm hard boiled eggs sliced up with a little bit of butter and salt and pepper mixed in. To a sick little one it was like heaven.
So I made Max some sick eggs. He appreciated them quite a bit. He was an instant fan.
Have somebody you love make these for you the next time you're sick. I tell you, they're like magic.
So Friday morning we thought he was doing better, although he still wasn't 100% himself by any means.
Max was lying on the couch when Kris left for school. About two minutes after Kris walked out of the door he puked all over everything. Nice timing, huh?
So he earned himself a bath, which took care of the stinkiness I alluded to earlier.
After that he thought he was back to normal, but when I came into the room and found him lying on the floor on top of his sock monkey blanket I knew better.
Here he is trying to pretend he's not the palest thing that ever walked the face of the earth. He didn't fool me. Notice the towel on the couch, strategically placed to catch anything nasty. The couch cushions had to spend some time airing out...yick.
After the cute sweet snuggly sick stage comes the horrible cranky cranky whiny sick stage. This is where he thinks he's well enough to do stuff, but everything he does either hurts him or makes him mad and frustrated. This stage makes up for all the pleasantness in the first stage and is what keeps me from wishing he was sick more often!
Here are some examples of this from sunday:
See what I mean? It's no fun for anybody. This was even after he'd taken a nap.
Today we thought he was feeling better and so he went to school, but when I went to pick him up he was all warm and feverish and looking smushed. So he's doing a little bit more recuperation. Wish us luck getting him better. I know we can do it.
We'll have more happy photos to post here before you know it.
8 comments:
People keep relapsing. This happened to me last year. i was sick with it forever. Get him a shot next year.
Those eggs are interesting. My own mama - who wouldn't remember this now, or me, either - made them for me, too. So I was thinking - wow. Gin's the third generation to do this. But then I realized that my mom must have gotten it from somewhere. So how far back do these eggs go? Back to Alabama? Or back to North Carolina and Georgia? Or did it come across the ocean with some mama who comforted her little daughter the same way?
And my mother made those eggs for us kids as well, only we didn't call them sick eggs, just hard-boiled eggs. But they were chopped up with salt and pepper and butter just the same, and they were a mighty comfort when we were sick. And when you're little, it seems like you're sick a fair amount.
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Oh poor Max! He looks so sad! And I can empathize because I spent so much of my life being sick. No fun at all little boy!
LOVE!
Ginna! I'm so sorry Max was sick---it's the absolute worst taking care of sick kids. I'm sorry. Anyway, I came across your blog and thought I'd say hi. It's been a while---glad to see you're doing well.
I am sorry to hear Max is sick again. But I really can't imagine eating those eggs when I am sick. First of all I don't really like hard boiled eggs so maybe that is where the problem is.
I had a Deja vu moment when I read your post! Sick kids=no fun! I do like the cuddly stage though-that is nice. I hope today he's feeling better!!
My mom made me those eggs when I was sick they were so good, and always made me feel better. We were always so happy when Nathan got sick because that was the ONLY time he was snuggly! I hope Max is better now.
It's never fun for anyone when a kids are sick. I'm sorry. Those eggs DO look good, though!
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