That was my work gchat status for much of the day today. Because while I got up and out the door on time, and arrived at the office in a good mood and tackled my project with renewed enthusiasm after yesterday's fabulous meeting, I had to pick up and leave after only a little over two hours.
Middle Child woke up puking, puked up the Zofran Hotter gave him, and wouldn't take another dose or let anything near his mouth. Hotter messaged me at work to wave the white flag, and initially I was all "the kid can't be dehydrated yet, what am I going to do that you're not," but then he came back with "I think he needs his mom."
Ooof.
Fortunately, my new job is portable and my new managers are some seriously nice people, and I was able to bring my work laptop home. I knew I'd made the right choice when a pitiful little voice greeted me with "fanks for coming home Mommy, I'm rillwy sick." I put The Fear of Mom into Middly by presenting it as "you need this medicine to help you feel better and if you won't take it at home with your mouth I'll have to take you to the hospital to take it with a needle so how about we try one more time," crushed the Zofran to a powder that I mixed with sugar and water, and got it into Middly with a syringe. Less than an hour later he was sitting up and eating ramen and I was dialed in and working from home. YAY!
In the end I only lost an hour out of my workday, and the best news of all is that Middly hasn't thrown up again and never did run a fever, so I think he'll be okay to go to school tomorrow (it's Pajama Day, which he would have hated to miss) (also, the last time he threw up was riiight before the school-day started, so technically he will have been twenty-four hours vomit-free when he walks into his classroom).
I love a happy ending!
That IS a happy ending.
(And now I want ramens...)
Posted by: K | January 25, 2012 at 12:39 PM