No one ever said being a parent was easy. And if someone did say that, they are either a) crazy, 2) not a parent, or c) heavily medicated.
Two weekends ago, Katelyn was burning up with 103 degree fevers. But she was still very responsive and was willing to drink water and juice. This past weekend, Jakey was burning up! But he wouldn't drink water or juice. He even refused ice keki and susu! It was rough. We tried six ways to Sunday to play, trick, bribe, or force him to take Tylenol and drink water. Nothing seemed to work. He started to get the chills. He threw up on the bed. It was rough. Somehow the Lord brought us all through it, and little Jake is on the mend.
When I was a kid, I was a little delirious. I suppose most kids are - they think money grows on trees. They think being popular is everything. They think everyone else in this world lives to serve them. Well they're wrong! The world doesn't revolve around them. Unless, of course, you're a parent, in which case, your world does revolve around your kids. But let's bring it back to me, people, back to me.
One evening when I was in high school, I had a fever. A high fever. High enough for me to walk into my mother's bedroom and lie on her bed face up with my feet hanging down to the floor and say, "get out, get out while you can, get out before they kill you too." My mom stood me on my feet and walked me downstairs so I could take some Advil. While we walked down the stairs, I muttered nonsense and swayed from side to side like a drunk driver who is utterly incapable of walking a straight line. As we exited the staircase and turned toward the kitchen, I pushed over a lamp that stood on an end table in the living room. I knew that I shouldn't have done that, but I couldn't stop myself. We got to the kitchen and as I stood propped up against a wall, she prepared a glass of juice and some Advil. When she gave me the pills, I let out a maniacle laugh and told her that I couldn't swallow pills. So she crushed the pills and stuck them in some applesauce for me. I have no recollection after that.
James and I were not prepared to watch our 2 year old son turn lethargic and then combative because of his fever. I'm sure my mom was not prepared to watch me turn into some delirious crazy person. I mean, really, how do you prepare for that? "Welcome to Parenting 210 - part 1, how to deal with your teenager when she thinks spaceships are out to destroy her." You can't prepare. You just deal, and pray.
It is flu season, please take care. Keep hydrated, get lots of sleep, and eat vitamin rich foods.