For the last couple of weeks the flu has been going through our house.
First it was a stomach flu that everyone but my husband got hit with.
This time it is a fever and sore throat flu and since Friday 4 out of the 6 children has come down with it. It seems easier on the body because there is no vomiting but it is just the opposite. These poor little ones have not an ounce of life in them and it is lasting 3-4 days.
Last night was the scariest thing I think as a parent I have ever had to deal with....a little background information...I spent many years working with people with developmental and psychological disabilities. Here is what happened....
I was sleeping in the bedroom with my son (7) and daughter (5) who were both sick. At 2:30 am they were up, went to the bathroom, I got them each a drink of water and gave them a dose of Tylenol. They both fell asleep quickly again.
From a sound sleep at 4am, I was awoke with my daughter screaming and crying uncontrollably. She sat up and started scratching at the wall while still screaming. I tried to get her to stop by calling her name and shaking her shoulder, thinking she was sleeping, . She did not respond to this so I turned on the light and again called her name, at this point I realized she had her eyes open. Her brother tried calling her and told her to stop....still no response. Then suddenly she stopped, looked straight into my eyes with a glazed over look, almost like she was starring through me and said "I want you Mommy!" I took her in my arms and cuddled her but again she started crying and scrambled out of my arms...she went face to face with her brother and grabbed him by the shoulders and looked at him.
Again she turned to me and said, "I want you Mommy!". By now I was scared, I sent my son to get their Dad, when my husband came into the room my daughter just starred at him again, like she had to me. Then he reached for her and she climbed into his arms. I thought , Oh good it is over! but then she started asking us silly questions like, "Is the wood in the bathroom yet?". After a few minutes of the questions and her speech trailing off in mid sentence, she stopped acting strange and she asked to go back to sleep...I slept with her and before allowing her to go to sleep I spent a good long time praying for her and then conversing with her about events that are coming up for us and she was totally fine and coherent.
That is a very long story and I don't know if it came across as terrifying as it was to me as a Mom to see a child of mine obviously in some kind of hallucinogenic state but this experience has left me a different kind of woman.
I have cried today just thinking about how precious my children really are and being truly thankful for there overall good health.
Today she does not remember all the events that happen last night but also does not seem to be effected by what happen....for this I am thankful but fearful for tonight!!!
If this is jumbled and not making much sense, I apologize, I am still trying to process it all myself!
