A Virus

A Day in the Life

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When Edie was just a few months old, she came through pertussis, which left her lungs a little weak. When she’s healthy we can’t tell the difference, but as soon as she gets the slightest bit sick, her lungs gum up and the faintest “whoop” resolves her worst coughs. She is likely to grow out of it eventually, but for now it continues to add a special pathetic note to any illness.

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So when the early morning was punctuated by a spastic choke, I knew it was going to be a sick day.  Usually the coughing doesn’t slow her down much, so I wasn’t sure she’d need much extra attention until she wandered into the living room with those glassy fever eyes. “My ankles hurt right here. I might vomit.” I felt a bit of panic, but when we got safely to the potty it became clear that “vomit” was just her polite euphemism for productive coughing.

I tucked her back into bed with an appeal to a few familiar examples of sick children who stay in bed all day: Allen Say as a child in his autobiographical “Tree of Cranes,” and the Stevenson Counterpane poem. We brought out the little TV with a built-in VCR, which she can operate on her own to watch a selection of kids’ tapes left over from my childhood. The MagiClip princesses joined her for Pete’s Dragon and Peter Pan. She munched some immune support gummy bears, homeopathic children’s cold tablets, and a little herbal cough syrup, along with plenty of lemony tea.

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She loved my egg flower soup last time, but this time she didn’t get much down. It took all morning to eat half a mandarin orange. Although she’s in reasonably good spirits, I can tell the virus is probably going to win a few rounds. For now,  I’ll give her a little back up, keep her comfortable and protect her rest, and settle in for a quarantine watch.

That’s what you get for scheduling a date night.

A Virus

A Day in the Life

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When Edie was just a few months old, she came through pertussis, which left her lungs a little weak. When she’s healthy we can’t tell the difference, but as soon as she gets the slightest bit sick, her lungs gum up and the faintest “whoop” resolves her worst coughs. She is likely to grow out of it eventually, but for now it continues to add a special pathetic note to any illness.

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So when the early morning was punctuated by a spastic choke, I knew it was going to be a sick day.  Usually the coughing doesn’t slow her down much, so I wasn’t sure she’d need much extra attention until she wandered into the living room with those glassy fever eyes. “My ankles hurt right here. I might vomit.” I felt a bit of panic, but when we got safely to the potty it became clear that “vomit” was just her polite euphemism for productive coughing.

I tucked her back into bed with an appeal to a few familiar examples of sick children who stay in bed all day: Allen Say as a child in his autobiographical “Tree of Cranes,” and the Stevenson Counterpane poem. We brought out the little TV with a built-in VCR, which she can operate on her own to watch a selection of kids’ tapes left over from my childhood. The MagiClip princesses joined her for Pete’s Dragon and Peter Pan. She munched some immune support gummy bears, homeopathic children’s cold tablets, and a little herbal cough syrup, along with plenty of lemony tea.

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She loved my egg flower soup last time, but this time she didn’t get much down. It took all morning to eat half a mandarin orange. Although she’s in reasonably good spirits, I can tell the virus is probably going to win a few rounds. For now,  I’ll give her a little back up, keep her comfortable and protect her rest, and settle in for a quarantine watch.

That’s what you get for scheduling a date night.

No Pneumonia

A Day in the Life

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I bring my doctor bag. My cuff, my squeeze. Thirty eight. Okay. Healthy. Cough cough. No! No! Don’t look at me! No listen stethoscope! No belly! No back! Cold! Don’t touch me, go away, no doctor, no Mama!

No deep breath. Okay, read book. Okay, be calm. Are you all done? Are you all done! Climb up table. Mama,  where doctor go? No doctor, okay. Read a book time. Go a park.

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Ducks eat my muffin. Mama duck, daddy duck, daddy duck. Come here duck. Mama, it’s come here! Quiet,  shhh. Duck under me. Duck under bench. Duck swimming in pond.

Go on swings. Spider style! Edie and Mama, Edie and Mama, spider style! Go on this one. Go on slide. I’m happy now.

Chicken Soup and Ochange

A Day in the Life

I’m still kind of sick. Sleepy sleepy eye. Mama. Please. Sad sad sad. Night night.

I take my nap but it doesn’t work. I can’t hold my body still and I can’t fall asleep. We try everything, stories, singing, rocking, laying still. Finally I get in Mama’s bed and snuggle some milk. We rest for a while and I sleep a bit. When I wake up we take a shower and go up for remedy food. Homemade chicken soup with mushrooms, onions, carrots, and celery. I’m still hungry. Ochange? Ochange please? Mama peels me a clementine and I shove three segments in my mouth at a time. I sip my dandelion tea and chomp a few tomatos.

Mama asks how I feel. Happy. My voice is like a muppet and sometimes no words come out. I have a winning smile though so I use that instead.

Snuggle Fever

A Day in the Life

Today sucked. Fortunately I have a nice personality.

I had a fever in the morning so I grinched and whined at my Mama until she gave up on all her stupid jobs. I refused all my breakfast and used my sad glazey eyes to make her give me a pound of oranges later. I took all the milk and some crackers and mostly licked them sticky while watching three episodes of ‘Gabba Gabba.

Mama let me play with a bucket of rice. I used spoons to scoop and pour and I helped clean up at the end. A little.

We ate some lunch and Mama read me some Wind in the Willows while I fell asleep.

I got up and was kind of confused so instead of coming upstairs I wandered around and had an accident. Then I just had to yell until Mama came down to find out ‘happened.

Then she tried to make dinner. What a crazy idea. I was trying to show her that her dinner recipe wasn’t going to work by pulling things off the counter. My balance is messed up. Stuff fell on my head. I fell on my head. The chicken was yucky too.

Twenty Germs

A Day in the Life

It’s remedy day. We just have the boogeriest noses. I can’t take it anymore. For two days I was better, and then I got another yuck. When I got the Bad Cough, it messed up my lungs so now when I get little colds, I cough and cough.

For breakfast we had some vitamin c, and Mama started making a chicken noodle soup. Disappointingly, it has more veggies than noodles. We are drinking tea and eating garlic and grapefruit seed extract and honey and lemon and steam and probiotics and chest rub. My Mama washes the inside of my nose with saline. We both have to get naked and she sits on me in the shower. Green boogers wash down the drain. I feel kind of violated. And really angry and sad. I used to not mind so much, but boogers have been coming out for so many days my nostrils are scabby.

I am almost better. I still have lots of energy to climb up everything and dance and sing and lift my pinky when I drink my tea from a shot glass. Mama laughs at me. What? I’m not joking!

Malibu Duke’s

A Day in the Life

A few nights ago I met Anty Dianna and Grama Dorothy. We went to a fancy restaurant in Malibu and I ate the most delicious rice ever. I ate it all. Some got on the ground but I ate some of that too. I showed my new friend my Gibbon and my baby octopus. The beach was right outside our window and the ocean was splashing it a little, so I sat with Grama Dorothy and looked out at it.

Yesterday was kind of boring. I watched Little Bear in the morning and I showed Mama the duck. I pointed and told her “duck!” Nana helped me bounce on a yoga ball. Everyone was a little sick though, so we didn’t do anything exciting. I barely even went outside.

I miss my family at my home. I don’t know if I will ever see them again. Mama shows me pictures and I help her say the names. Da and Mimee and Poppy and Uncle Matt and Iris and Auntie and Uncle Michael and Grandma and Grandpa. And Phydeaux. I wonder if Phydeaux will come visit me at Nana’s house.

Dot Bop

A Day in the Life

My mouth feels yucky and my nose feels yucky and our remedies are at home. My Mama made me me fall asleep and then she left me and I woke up and she was still gone for two hours! And when she came back she was weird. I don’t know what happened to her but she looks like a freak.

I had some canteloupe though, and that made me feel better. It was nice and cold on my mouth.

Now I am swinging and I sing rock rock but it comes out “dot bop.” I see my reflection in the sliding door, and I point and tell Mama “Eeedidie.” I found out that is my name. I tell that other Eeedidie that I love her. She loves me back.

Sleepy Bath

A Day in the Life

It has been a long day and I am taking my bath before bed. I have a washcloth I am playing with and drinking bathwater through. I dip it and bite it and stick it to my body and my head.

After the beach we shopped in Carpenteria. I got a book about a ladybug, and a present for my new cousin, who is going to be Aydan’s little brother. I played with trains in the bookshop.

My nose is running really bad. I think I licked some germs from Papa.

I didn’t get any diapers dirty today. I only used the potty and the ocean.