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June 17th, 2015 | Posted by Amy Boughner in Parenting

This kid has been very healthy her whole life. I think I can count the number of times she’s thrown up on one hand. Even when she is sick, she’s very bad at being sick – the relaxing, resting… staying still.

When I noticed the other morning that one of her eyes was swollen I assumed right away she had finally picked up her first case of pink eye. My mom took her to the doctor and my theory was confirmed. Conjunctivitis, highly contagious, eye drops prescribed.

By the time I got home that afternoon she was pink in the face too. She was hot to the touch and she told me she had a headache. She also wasn’t eating. I knew something was very wrong when I asked her if she wanted to just go up to bed at 5:30 and she said yes.

In the middle of the night she woke up, threw up and started bawling. And I was so sad for her because I know what it’s like to just feel rotten but I don’t know what it’s like to have never felt that way before.

After a few more hours of sleep she woke up crying again. Feeling rotten again. Her fever was higher than it had been in the middle of the night and she was just distraught. It didn’t help that we were supposed to go and spend one night in a hotel, just her and me. We were going to spend some time and go swimming, maybe hike, have a room service breakfast. But she knew and I knew that we wouldn’t be able to do those things.

That made her very sad and also mad.

All day I watched her – too hot, flushed but shivering, weak and shaky, no appetite. Just scared and uncomfortable. In the middle of the day she fell asleep on the couch, just drifted off.

I can’t remember the last time she just fell asleep on the couch.

Around this age

Around this age

I have never, ever seen her this sick. She has never been this sick. And I felt helpless. I talked to the nurse at our doctor’s office – viral conjunctivitis is a whole different ballgame.

I gave her the Tylenol and tried to keep her hydrated. I knew the fever would go down eventually. But on the other hand I wanted to rush her to the hospital and tell them to just make her feel better.

And I got lucky. By the end of the day she was acting like herself again. She asked for something to eat. She was making up jokes. She’s not all the way back, but she’s getting there, and I’m now cleaning the house and banishing all the germs.

And now I can sit back and hope that that is the sickest she will ever be.

 

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