Let me say… I’m always ready for a few minutes of quiet – no long black train, no stomping up the stairs, no music blaring, no long repetitive sequences of words. In the last week, I’ve gotten lots of quiet moments and have been worried to death.
Last Sunday, my mom gut told me Rob wasn’t feeling right. I couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, as he was eating and drinking like usual. No rubbing his ears. But, I knew something was going on. By late afternoon, he had a fever. By mid evening, his fever was over 103 and he still couldn’t tell me what hurt.
So I went into panic mode. I gave him ibuprofen, popsicles and cool rags for his head (which he hated and threw off as soon as I turned my back!). I talked to mom and Mandy and cancelled our plans for Monday. And I tried to decide whether to take him to the emergency room. (he had a seizure when he was little from a high fever – I’ve always been terrified it would happen again.) I paced from his room to the living room where Casey was on repeat “Robbie’s sick. Robbie’s sick. Robbie’s sick.” I took a chance and asked her if she knew what hurt Rob. Then she started coughing, but not too much.
His fever wasn’t coming down, so I put him in the shower. I was surprised he got in as I knew how bad he was feeling. I said again “Tell me what hurts.” No response. “Show me what hurts.” Nothing. Just a completely miserable looking young man.
His fever came down to 101 after the shower. He ate his snack, took his pills and went to bed. Casey kept telling me she was going with Regan to Odd Lots and to get a frosty Monday. And she coughed.
By Monday morning, you guessed it – they were both sick. I called the doctor and said I thought he had an ear infection and she had a sinus infection. We had an appointment quickly.
The nurse practitioner took one look and said she wanted to swab them for influenza. I laughed as there was no way either of them would let anyone put anything up their nose. As proof how bad he felt, Rob never moved when the nurse swabbed his nose. Casey jerked away, but the nurse did manage to get a swab.
In ten minutes, we knew. Influenza A for him. Hers was negative, but the nurse said she was sure she had it, too, but in the earlier stage than him. My busy planned week came to a stand still. They were both contagious. I wondered when I would get it.
They slept all day Monday, through the night and into Tuesday. Rob would eat and drink, but she refused. By Tuesday evening, his fever was 103 again and she was in danger of getting dehydrated. I wondered if the hospital would put them in the same room as I paced from one room to the other. (yeah – I know, but I was tired and stressed and thinking worse case scenario).
I’ll admit it. I really didn’t like autism for a few days. I needed to know what hurt, what I could do to help them feel better and thanks to autism, they couldn’t tell me. I knew I needed to watch him for an ear infection and both of them for pneumonia. She was still coughing. He rubbed at his ears. And I paced and worried and mumbled not nice things about autism under my breath.
Before anyone gets a burr under their saddle, I’m not saying I was upset at kids at all. I just got irritated at autism – it was preventing me from helping my kids and I was feeling so helpless. I hate that feeling. I sat and wished he would long black train. I wished she would stomp up the stairs. I wished the quiet would go away. (That proves how stressed I was – to wish for hours of long black train! 🙂 ).
Thank God, both their fevers finally came down late Tuesday and Casey even took a few sips of juice. They slept off and on all day Wednesday and Thursday. We even had a snow day Friday so I didn’t have to miss any more school.
Casey is talking about going with Regan Monday and riding the shuttle to Hopewell. Rob hasn’t said a word. I just keep hoping they are on the mend. They are both sleeping more than usual and aren’t talking much. Eating is still hit or miss and their coughs sound nasty. It isn’t a constant cough, but it hurts me to hear it.
He finally mentioned Hopewell this morning. I asked if he wanted to go or stay home with Mommy again. He said Hopewell, but then coughed again. The doctor said it would be probably a week before they started feeling like themselves and that secondary infections were a concern, especially since autism prevents both of them from telling me that anything hurts. Today is a week.
I wish I knew how they really felt. They are moving around so I guess tomorrow we’ll try to get back to our normal and let them go. They were both upset last week that they didn’t get to go with Bob and Regan after Hopewell and Rob missed his aquatic therapy. Thankfully, the hospital rescheduled him for tomorrow. I just have a feeling that they will both be exhausted by tomorrow evening. Unless their fevers come back, they will go. And I’ll keep my phone close by in case they need to come home early.
Last week just proves again to be careful what you wish for. I often wish for a few minutes of quiet, but when I got it, I couldn’t enjoy it. I hate it when any of my kids are sick, but at least Mandy can tell me what hurts and if she needs to see the doctor. With autism, it’s just a guessing game and while I’ll admit I’ve gotten pretty good at guessing, I don’t like it. I want to help them feel better, not wonder if I’m doing the right thing.
We’ll see tomorrow afternoon if I guessed right about sending them back to Hopewell. I hope I am. I wish they would just say they are too tired to go. Or that they ache. Or that their head or chest hurts. Maybe some day they will – Rob will tell me at times when his ear hurts and he needs to see the doctor. Small steps. And I’m proud of every little step they have taken.
Stay well! Disinfect. Wash your hands. Avoid people and stay home! 🙂 🙂