I’ve returned to work after a much needed vacation. Although I didn’t go anywhere I did enjoy my time off.
While on “holiday” I did a few things, which included: having friends over for the Fourth of July; going out for drinks; spending a lazy day in the yard reading a book (I finished it and started another;) eating at the Brass Door in Carrollton with my family on boneless pork chop night; and spending time with my family.The last days of my vacation proved to be the most enjoyable and the most difficult.
I had my niece and nephew come over and we spent the day outside, played in the fountain at Riverfront Park before retiring to the house to watch a movie. (Really I enjoy this part because I get to see all those Disney cartoons that I’ve missed since my son has become a teenager.) Soon after sitting down to watch a movie I was required to take a break. Why? Well my niece, who is the sweetest thing came over and said “Aunt Cynny, I choke.”
Of course I had no clue as to what she was saying. She’s 2 1/2 years old so her language skills are developing. She repeated herself again. “I choke.” This time I understood and though maybe she swallowed something. About the time I started to check her mouth she projectile vomited all over me and the couch. Not once, but twice.
She even apologized, “I s-o-r-r-y Aunt Cynny.”
“It’s OK,” I said. “I’m alright. Do you feel better now?”
“Yes,” she said.
We both took a shower and then returned to the living room to watch the movie. She feel asleep soon after and my 7-year-old nephew and I watched most of it together before he nodded off to dreamland. I carried my niece into my room and was walking back into the living room I heard a noise. The poor thing got sick again. (I had to strip my bed and wash my sheets, but that’s OK.) I just wanted her to feel better. However it didn’t work out like that. The rest of the night she was up around 45 minutes getting sick.
I’m a sound sleeper and since Cole’s reached the age where I no longer have to worry about whether he is breathing or not in the middle of the night I don’t hear much once I’m out. However, with a little one next to me I didn’t do that. I woke every time she moved. By morning though she seemed fine.She was all smiles and asking for breakfast. Within 30 minutes of eating the routine started over again. I drove her home and she didn’t get sick at all. It’s a 30 minute drive from my house to my brother’s so I though this was good. She was home for at least four hours before she got sick again.
At the Park
OK, why am I relating this story to all of you? I was thinking about all the children out there who are sick everyday and what their parents are going through. I recently interviewed a woman, Rachel Waters of Rosewood Heights, whose son was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. Through the whole process of being first diagnosed to his treatment she has remained positive. (Her story will be featured in the August issue of flaire.)
I believe she is a real inspiration to others out there.
I went through one night. I had others when Cole was little, but it’s been years since a child’s illness has kept me awake through the night. If I had to deal with it everyday I know it would be hard. There is no imagining what I would do – I would deal with it and hopefully have a support system like Rachel and her husband, Brandon. They are able to survive through their polygon of support – family, friends and faith.