a week

It's been a week. I am well aware that today is Monday and that line sounds confusing, but I'm talking about a long 7-day stretch.

We ended last weekend the same way most people around here did; without power. Thankfully only half our town was out and we were able to cross a main road and find power, heat, and a freezer at Kiki and Papa's. We shacked up with not only Steve's parents, but also our delightfully adorable nephew. His sweetness would literally break your teeth; that cute. Naturally Caroline was working the deep Phoebe voice all day and she was enjoying the new husky tone until the sun set and we heard the beginnings of croup in her cough. We put her to bed, said a quick prayer, and got woken up at 11:45 to a sobbing barking girl. To Auntie Colleen's credit, she beat me to the bedroom, Mom ear in full effect. It was a long night. Lots of trips down the steps with a blanket to sit on the steps in the night air. She was having a really hard time breathing and the air helped, but I hardly slept a wink I was so worried. I googled, I fretted about her symptoms and what it woud be like to venture out in the middle of the night during a massive outage. What would the hospital even be like under these ridiculous circumstances?

Nana and Granda were on day Day 2 without power, with a sump pump not functioning thanks to the outage, bailing huge buckets of water from their basement, every 10 minutes round the clock, by candlelight.

Monday. No power. No school. Thanks to Auntie C and Kiki I jetted to my morning meeting and then excused myself for the day. By noon it was clear that she needed to be seen by the pediatrician, who wait for it, had no power. They gave her some steroid at the office, where they were all wearing coats for warmth, and sent us on our way with best wishes for a better night. It was Halloween and while Steve was annoyed, I was so relieved when our town delayed Halloween Trick or Treat until Friday. Poor girl would not have made it. Power was restored, we slept at home.

Nana and Granda endured Day 3 without power and continued their round the clock bailing.

Tuesday. Fever-free (with ibuprofen - don't hate) and having a full and restful sleep behind her off to school both children went. Coughs from both children. Drippy noses. We held our breath.

Nana and Granda fought through Day 4 without power, bailing somehow still kept up with.


Wednesday. Fever-free (again with ibuprophen - again don't hate). It seemed our girl was free of croup, but fighting one nasty cold. She was up most of the night coughing, spent most of the night in bed with us. She looked awful.

Nana and Granda labored through Day 5 without power, bailing effecting their ability to think clearly. I convinced them to order a generator with overnite delivery. Moods vastly improved knowing end of bailing in sight.


Thursday. We played out our school options out and made the executive decision to keep her home so we could decide for ourselves if she was able to manage Friday. Ain't no Director gonna dictate my day! Steve worked from home with the little miss at his side, coughing. He asked me about cough medicine, I made call to pedi because I thought cough medicines were ill-advised. Nurse asked about symptoms, hears that 102 fever has been pretty consistent and we bring her back for re-eval. Pneumonia and strep ruled out. We held onto hope that a nice restful night's sleep thanks to Delsym, abuterol, and ibuprofen would make a world of difference.

Nana and Granda enter Day 6 without power, but welcomed the arrival of their generator! No more bailing!

Friday. Caroline not ready to go back to school. Kiki saves the day. I plan to be home before her afternoon appointment, but patient in Revere changes time from 10 to 2pm. My day erupts and poops all over me. Auntie C saves the day and braves a Lyle and Caro trip to Marshalls while Kiki goes to her appointment. Caro is still sick, but getting better. Connor coughing and drippy. Trick or Treating. Cowgirl Jessie ran screaming from first house deemed "too spooky." Connor holds out bucket "tick o teet."

Nana and Granda somehow get through Day 7, generator working hard, they wonder how they kept up with bailing?

Saturday. Connor kicks it at soccer. Caroline not sure about hockey. The buzzer at soccer sounds and I literally screech from the parking lot to make it to the very end of her session at the rink. She looks great out there, skating better than I've ever seen here, but she wants to get off before the end. She tells me later she wants to go back, but she doesn't know what else to do on the ice. She's 4, her attention is limited, she gets tired easily. She's still positive, but we're not so sure. We'll see. Coughing and dripping continues. There is no end in sight.

Nana and Granda begin the day without power on Day 8, but get it back finally! Unsure of light switch locations from lack of use, not clear on directions for turning on oven, blinded by the evidence of power in the house.

Sunday. All seems better. Kids still sick, but look and sound less like death. I attend Annual Memorial Service for work. We cook our day 5 Vegan Challenge dinner (Veggie Stir Fry with Jasmine Rice!) and settle in for the night. We are thankful, oh so thankful that this week that kicked us repeatedly while we were down was over.

Nana and Granda delighting in having an oven. They make Asparagus Quiche for dinner. I drool over the thought of light fluffy eggs. (More on Vegan Challenge later)

Monday. Connor wakes up and cannot open his eyes. They are swollen shut and crusted over. We suspect conjuctivitis, but cannot open his eyes to look. I give him ibuprofen (wheee!) and we attempt to pry open his poor lids which are literally turned under they are so swollen to drop medicine into them. Yay for sick hour at the pedi. We are third in line and out of there (huge crowd!) by 8:30. No school for 24 hours. It's my turn to stay home. We stop at Kiki's on the way home for assistance with more drops since I'm pretty sure nothing got into his eyes earlier in the day. We play with play dough, we color, yougurt smoothie (for Connor) and strawberries (for us both) at snack time. Connor takes advantage of Caroline's absence and commandiers Baby Katie. He feeds her ketchup and surrounds her with his favorite thing, balls. Eyes looking better. We reorganize the entire play area of the downstairs to make first steps towards plans for magnetized chalkboard wall.



It's been a week. I'm ready for the weekend already, but the week literally looms ahead. I have to find a way to get back into the scary monastery this week and my eyes are itchy (just knowing he has conjuctivitis makes me itch!), but at least we have power. It really was something reading about all those without who were reconnecting with family, supporting neighbors and families, binding together, a wonder of humanity really. In the grand scheme, we know we are incredibly lucky, but this past week reminds us that a long winter looms ahead of us. Try not to look, I dare you. People who live with (and are responsible for) short people, you cannot help but peek down the long, dark tunnel of doom that is winter at daycare. Can't wait to see how this plays out with our new Health Savings Account Medical Insurance.



1 comment:

  1. Allie3:11 PM

    Kerri - I'm with you on the long dark winter ahead. Sometimes I wonder why we live here! To solve your croup problem... buy a whole house humidifier... has saved us! No more croup! Fill it as soon as the weather starts to dry out usually beginning of Oct - run it until March. I swear by it!! http://www.sears.com/shc/s/p_10153_12605_03215420000P?blockNo=1&blockType=G1&prdNo=1&i_cntr=1320696239030

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