All About Your Child

The creator of the ‘contest’ has just raised the bar.

My menses came today. High Tide.

So now, Keatkeat and I are fighting over the piece of ‘bread with wings plus extra long protection’.

As if my diminishing energy level is not trying enough, now the loss of blood is making this head spin. As if not much improvement from the 3 of them is not bad enough, Keatkeat’s fever is back! Damn!

Tomorrow, I will be bringing Binbin (for the first time) to the Polyclinic, ‘cos the bottles are almost emptied!!! We need urgent replacement!

Binbin’s phlemy cough is so bad, he could hardly sleep well the whole day. His ‘since-birth-black-eye-rings’ just got worsen.

Ok, the only good news is probably Allan. At least now he is able to sit up to settle some urgent paper work. I am not pinning any hope on him, after witnessing Keatkeat’s fever rebound….

Other than that, I am still the one who cleans the shit, clears the vomit, cooks for the family, ensures that there is enough drinking water, washes the clothes, gives the medication, coaxes the kids….blah blah blah, do you really expect me to list ALL?!!

My boys have been trained to ‘self-bathed’, ‘self-brush-teeth’, ‘self-feed’ and ‘self-whatever’, since a year ago. But now, I am back to where it all began….

Anyone can throw me a life-buoy; before I throw in the towel?….

Keatkeat
2am: Severe Diarrhea and vomiting.
Fever (like what the doctor said) has completely gone (after the 3rd day).
I got sick of washing the bed covers, his pants and all of that….

Sat him on the toilet bowl with a bin in his hands.
Its ‘spectacular music’ to the ears when the hole from the top and the hole at the bottom plays the song “Rhythm of the Semi-Fluid”.

After countless of symphonic performance, I refused to let him enter the room. Slept him on our mini PVC sofa bed, half covered with newspapers. Stripped him bottom half naked. Throughout the night it continues, but he is perfectly fine, not only because he asked for water and emptied the cup, he continues to crack ‘cold jokes’. *eyes rolled*

12.30pm: I drove him to the Polyclinic.
Allan was too sick to drive.
To prevent the same scene from happening (‘My Worst Day As A Mommy’ blog post), I turned him into a woman by doing what a woman needs to do every month.

Did I hear you say “HUH?! Why did you do that?” Oh well, I’ll rather be safe than to consider about his embarrassment. Anyway its under his brief and his shorts, so who knows?! By the way, the 5 year old was excited to feel what Mommy feels every month. He gets to be Mommy for once!

The doctor said he is perfectly fine after examination. She gave us a referral letter before we left; in case the situation got worse, off we will go to the hospital.

Binbin
I sponged him for hours. I soaked him in the baby tub. I drowned him with cups and cups of water….
Fever still continues with thick phlegmy vomits.
Highest hit was 40.1 degree Celsius.
If this is really H1N1, then it should be the same as Keatkeat, fever SHOULD be gone by tomorrow or the day after (3rd day).
*fingers and toes crossed*

His hands shivers uncontrollably whenever he holds something.
Be it his milk bottle, a spoon, the tiny cup of syrup and even my hand.
It just keeps shaking till his fingers let go.
That’s how weak he is.
Still, I know he is of sound mind…
So, should be alright.

Allan
Fever kept ranging at 38+ degree Celsius
Headache, weakness, drowsiness…
Running nose, sore throat and cough….
He remarked, “If this is really H1N1, then the second day is really terrible! The fever stays up in the head and the temperature doesn’t seem to come down no matter how much sponging I did to myself.”

Me
No Fever
No Cough
No Vomit
No Diarrhea
No Running Nose

If this is a competition for ‘Survivor of the Fittest’.
I have WON!
The only complain I have now is the pain on my back, groin and legs, on top of my still unsolved occasional abdomen pain.
My muscles ache so badly because of all the sudden movement whenever a gagged is heard from Binbin or Keatkeat.

They go “Aurgh” once, and even if I’m (supposedly) asleep, I’ll
jump up to a ready to dash position
stretch for the mini-bins nearby
spring back to the kid and aim for the chin
Maybe I should tie a string and hang the bins around their necks!
*tongue in cheek*

My back hurts because of the (seemingly) endless washing of shirts, pants, bedsheets; emptying of bins, hours of sitting beside them sponging till my skin on my fingers showed signs of wrinkles.

Whoever that has set this ‘Survivor of the Fittest’ contest, can we end it now, since the winner is so obvious!?