After much thought, I have come to the conclusion that:
a) Nothing makes you feel as helpless as having your young children fall sick
b) Nothing makes you love them more than when they are sick
It's been a tough week. Since last Tuesday, both kids have been throwing up at every meal. Daniel also had diarrhoea (the really runny sort that even a diaper can't hold and so it ends up spilling onto the floor!) till last Friday. Then, Ben started having diarrhoea and that's lasted till today. We gave him lacteol fort, cut out fruits and veggies, and have started him on soy milk. I also brought him to the doctor yesterday (Day 5 of diarrhoea) but she said she would hold off on the anti-biotics for a few more days. Hmmph. While Dan has recovered fully & is back to his squirrely loud & boisterous self, Ben has been a bit low energy. His face is visibly sharper & his arms and legs less fleshy. On his first day of diarrhoea, he had 4 diarrhoea splats in 2 hours. There was not much improvement on the 2nd , 3rd and 4th day. Only yesterday and today, his poop (and his good disposition) seems to be returning, albeit slowly. This is Ben's first MAJOR illness in his life. Previously, when he caught something from Dan, we'd just give him panadol and, even if it were a pretty high fever or a serious runny nose, it would pretty much resolve itself after a short period. But 6 days of diarrhoea.... hmm.
Anyway, please do pray for Ben. In the midst of the kids' illness, I actually caught a cough/cold bug - a completely separate illness. Then, last Friday, I caught the stomach flu bug that's been bothering my kids -- I threw up my dinner. On Tuesday, I had terrible runs of diarrhoea into the middle of the night. And I'm just starting to feel better myself.
What can I say?
Pray pray pray pray pray