This truly has been the craziest month in recent memory, and definitely not a good time for anyone. Just when Vincent was getting over the flu, Aidan started vomiting late that Saturday night. So I slept with him on the couch while he dry-heaved every few hours. It was quite awful for him.
Then, a few days later, when Aidan was almost over that, Vincent took a spill and displaced his hip. (It’s kind of amazing, actually, to see what falls damage. This was the boy who survived falling out a 2nd story window marked only with a couple scrapes, after all. The important difference was that he landed on grass then, and last week he landed on a hard wood floor.) Not a long-lasting injury, fortunately, but he was in intense pain for several days and completely incapacitated.
When Vincent passed out on the couch that night (see picture above), we left him there — moving him to his bed would have certainly caused him pain. He woke up at 1:30am moaning. I gave him more children’s Motrin for the pain and inflammation, then carried him to the bathroom. Just when he was settled again and sleeping, Aidan woke up. I changed his diaper, got him back to sleep…and then he woke up again, and proceeded to vomit all over the bed. I changed his pajamas, changed the sheets, and thanked heaven that all this racket somehow failed to disturb Vincent, resting a few feet away. That’s one of the small mercies that help get you through these sorts of days.
The good news is that both boys seem to be back to their sprightly selves now. And, another small mercy: by some miracle their illness hasn’t spread to Lance and me.
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