Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

kills 99.9% of germs


I feel like I’m walking a fine line between my kids and my clients – this is something that I have always worked on…balancing work life and home life but now it comes down to keeping the germs and the illness at bay. When you work with kids with special needs there is a different mentality when it comes to germ containment. It’s not as easy as it is with a typically developing child. Staying home every time you get the sniffles or have a cold isn’t always an option simply because often times the child is immunocompromised and therefore a runny nose or a hacking cough may just be a regular part of life. When a child vomits, even if it’s days in a row there is always the question of “is this illness or is this behavioral?” this has never really been an issue for me, I’ve always worked with the snotty ones, the sick ones, the ones who are throwing up mid-session and I’ve never given it a second thought…until now. Now it’s my children who are suffering as a result of the population I serve. I obviously cannot just up and change careers – this last week I changed my clothes every night in an attempt to keep the germs at bay and still caleb spent a good 5 hours on Sunday night throwing up and jared has the runniest of noses…he was so stuffy that I had to hold him sitting upright against my chest in order for him to fall asleep in the middle of the night...(3/6/2012 update...phase 2 of stomach bug central has begun)

Ah balance…something I’ve never quite been able to get the hang of. Over the last 7ish years I’ve gotten a lot better but I have yet to master the art of walking a fine line without faltering. I guess that’s part of being human…if we knew everything there’d be no point in experiencing – there’d be nothing to learn from those experiences…I guess here the hard thing is how to protect the boys from the thousands of germs I bring home every single day. I cannot douse them in antibacterial goo every time I walk in the door – nor can I feasibly douse myself in the aforementioned goo before setting foot in the house.

It’s incredible to me, how much changes in 9 months. When you work in child care or you work with children with special needs their development seems to be suspended in time. In child care the children develop most often at a typical rate but because you’re seeing development constantly the little changes or the transition from sitting with a wobble to just sitting are not changes that are noticed. Someone else is inevitably making a bigger transition from crawling to cruising or from baby mush to finger foods. With special needs children whose development is nothing close to typical you have some children who are blessed to have someone who unlocks their world and their development takes off with the speed of a bullet train...with all of this i am often amazed to wake up one day to find that my newborns are infants and that my infants are close to fitting the terrifying description of toddler...

however, as much as all of this is crazy and some times even a bit overwhelming there is something so awesome about looking over at your baby to see him clap his hands for the first time

Saturday, November 12, 2011

5th month...fifths disease

oof. we've got two boys who woke up with bizarrely red cheeks. caleb had hot, bright red cheeks - we're talking someone took face paint and smeared it all over his face. jared on the other hand woke up with stranger red splotches around each eye. typically we wouldn't have done anything in terms of going to the doctor but we were supposed to see our cousin ari today and she's pregnant - we wanted to make sure the boys weren't contagious. well turns out they likely have fifths' disease which isn't awful in the grand scheme of things but horrible if they come into contact with a pregnant lady...
oh wait - and mommy has viral pink eye - not contagious thank goodness but still.
what a weekend.
currently everyone is sleeping and i'm getting some long overdue sitting on the couch time. is folding laundry and watching "bones" and "ncis" on my computer...
i should start making the pizza dough for tonight's white pizza...but it's a beautiful fall day and i've finished my first cup of tea for the afternoon - i've got a fat kitty sleeping next to me and another sleeping on the babies' play mat.

after all that and this morning's work training i think i'll make my way into the kitchen and begin making pizza...
pizza is something my family made every thursday night as long as i can remember
i have the recipe in my head that my mom made.
it was just something we did as a family...
i think i would like to continue this with the boys...maybe not every week but at least teaching them how to make pizza and how making your food makes it that much more rewarding.

hmm...some how i feel this post that started as a brief description of the boys' first real illness or diagnosis has disintegrated into a rant about life and food and family...not too bad really.