Well, we’re all finally home. No hospitals, no doctors, no school (because it’s the weekend), and to top it all off – we celebrated Easter!
Usually, we don’t celebrate Easter on the traditional Easter date, but we celebrate Greek, or Orthodox, Easter. It’s usually on a different week, either before or after “regular” Easter (it changes every year, but this year, they both fell on the same day!
We had a very low key and chill day, as every member of my family is recovering from some traumatic illness or injury.
Phoenix is home from the hospital with no answers or solutions, Christian’s arm is officially in his long arm cast, and handling it pretty well…and Atlas has turned into the most emergent/problematic child.
Ugh. His face is healing decently, and he shockingly hasn’t ripped out his stitches! Yes, I’m shocked.
But his antibiotics are messing him up sooooooo badly. He’s never been on it before, but the other kids have and haven’t had any issues.
But….Holy. Moly.
His stomach is so messed up. He hasn’t been eating, hasn’t felt great, and just…yeah. He’s been struggling.
Yesterday was absolutely horrific, and for a 2 year old who has NEVER successfully used the toilet before, or even attempted potty training, the boy was in the toilet ALL DAY yesterday shitting his brains out. I kid you not. It was brutal. We just sat in the bathroom while watery poop flowed out of him. We hydrated with pedialyte and got through it.
I did not give him his second dose of antibiotics yesterday afternoon or at all today, and today has been so much better. Finally had an appetite again, and had 90% fewer poop related issues.
He only completed about 4 out of his 7 days of antibiotics…but we can’t do it. It’s too rough on his system. He and Phoenix both have do it appointments early tomorrow morning, so we’ll discuss it then and see if she wants to try a different antibiotic, or just call it quits.
Besides all that, the kids had a good day. They loved their Easter baskets, and being allowed to eat some chocolate and peeps.
I’m over here surviving on caffeine and crocheting, and fixing up our goat pen for the boys, so we can move the 2 babies we got last month in with Walt, our 1 year old amazing buck who is definitely my best friend.
We’re surviving, but we’re definitely not thriving. This is a hard season, that’s painfully obvious. Honestly, I’m getting quite sick of all of these “hard seasons” I find myself in lately.
We had a good solid few months of no emergencies, tragedies, or absolutely wild circumstances. And I think I need to learn to accept and appreciate those good stretches…rather than be afraid of them, for however fleeting they might be.
Hopefully next week is better. But if it isn’t? I guess I’ll just keep rolling with it.
