Well, three out of four Tows have the flu at our house. Emma and I both had a really bad headache Monday afternoon/evening and by bedtime, Emma was running a fever and crying because her head was hurting so bad. She was up at three in the morning, coming in to our room to go to the bathroom and burning up. Emma asked if we could go to the livingroom and watch cartoons, but even if you’re sick around here, Mama doesn’t have much sympathy at three in the morning. She was up again at four crying that her head hurt and she was cold. Needless to say, she didn’t go to school on Tuesday and then by that afternoon came on the coughing. . .followed by me coughing and Ellie coughing.
Ellie was running a fever last night and Emma’s cough leads me to believe she’s been smoking since the age of two. The medicine she is taking known to Emma as “the really bad grape medicine” is helping the girls make it through the night. Ellie takes “the really bad grape medicine” like a champ and asks for more, while Emma almost throws it up. She has a medicine in one hand, water in the other and I’m holding her nose. . .I don’t know where she gets this from?!? Surely I wasn’t like that at all!!
Emma has to be fever free and not taking any medicine for 24 hours to go back to school and she started up with a fever right before bedtime again last night. So no school for Emma again today. Ellie’s coughing up a lung and her eyes are really puffy and let’s not forget about the fever too. Funny enough, while I’m typing this, it’s almost 80 degrees outside, 73 in our house and I’m wrapped up in a blanket and stretching my head back and forth because I’m so achy all over and freezing.
After checking on the girls last night before I went to bed, I got into my bed and it felt like someone had turned the heating blanket on high. . .we don’t have a heating blanket. It seems as though the fourth Tow aka Dustin was freezing cold but felt like he was on fire. Thank God for Dustin stocking up on flu medicine that afternoon from the pharmacy because that’s all that’s saving us right now.
Mom made a trip to our house or as far as the driveway (let’s not forget Ellie taking out the Matriarch two years ago when she, Dad, Dustin, Emma and I all got the stomach flu. . .compliments of little 20-month-old Ellie). Cans upon cans of chicken noodle soup and crackers will be our dinners for the next few days! The girls stood on the porch and waved at Nana while Nana stayed safely in her car. Emma cracked me up because she said, “We don’t want to get our Nana sick because we love our Nana.” So apparently, if your kids give you the flu, they don’t love you!
As soon as I started to put the girls down for naptime, Emma started complaining that her head hurt and I felt her saying a silent prayer before I felt those warm cheeks and feverish forehead. The thermometer read 100.4 and Ellie’s was 99.6. Another day at home tomorrow. I called the doctor and their appointments were full for the rest of the day, but nurse told me to keep up with the fluids like gatorade or as Ellie calls it “alligator” and to switch between motrin and tylenol. What I told her about the girls and my symptoms, she said we had the flu and to just take it easy and not to get out of the house. When I called Emma’s school and told the secretary Emma wouldn’t be at school tomorrow and also told her what the nurse said, she said, “We’ll see Emma on Monday!” I’m not sure how bad the flu is at the school, but I think at least two kids in Emma’s class has been out everyday with the flu.
So now, the girls are watching movies and cutting up anything they can get their hands on with their scissors. I’m about to start our third meal of soup and Dustin’s making him some spiced tea. I’ve just been informed by Ellie that she needs some more “alligator” so I guess that gives everyone an update on the Casa de Tow.
A three hour nap does an Emma good.
Ellie drinking her “alligator” and coloring. . .notice Dustin in the background taking a nap. . .at 5:15 p.m.