Amazing Point of View

I think I'm just discovering how amazing a kids' point of view is. It's sure a heck of a lot healthier than mine in a lot of ways.

For instance: projectile vomit.

I find this disgusting, embarassing, and something I'd like to avoid at all costs, period.

My daughter finds it nasty, but more of an inconvenience than anything else. It just interrupts her scheduled programming. Her current favorite story is telling how she "frew up" in a potted tree at the mall.

She then proceeded to throw up in a cup in the car.

I am just thankful that we have a little one who knows - and verbalizes - that she is going to chuck, and gives me enough warning to get prepared for the big event.

Unfortunetely, all this barf talk has a purpose. We've been at it (along with other assorted stomach maladies) for 4 solid days. Along with high fever, and no fluid intake, we now have dehydration issues. Tonight, I had to administer a ::shudder: suppository to a 2 year old. Here is another situation where our perspectives are totally different. All I could do is clench muscles, and try to talk in my nice, quiet "mommy" voice. Her response: "Wow, Mommy! that looks like a crayon!" Even after it had been incerted, which she just said felt "funny", she wanted to know if she could color with the crayon, and when it would come back out.

Somedays I wish I still had that perspective.

Anyway, the fever is way down - finally. Now to get some liquids to stay in her little body. She's lost 5 lbs in the last 4 days, and she really didn't have them to spare. Hopefully she's starting to feel a little bit better, and will venture into the realm of food and liquid tomorrow.

She also decided today that she really likes my Sony Bean mp3 player. Of course, it helped that it had Laurie Berkner songs on it, but still - she thinks its "cooo, mommy!" (there is no "l" at the end of "cool"). She says that I need to get different earphones though, because she'd like a pink pair better.

Good grief.

My doctor has prescribed Ambien sleeping meds. I took my first pill last night, and don't remember a darn thing. Hubby got up with Mel a few times and I know that was a first - and I didn't hear a peep! I liked the rest though (first time in over a week) and I didn't feel fuzzy afterwards. Supposed to be non-habit forming. I'm thinking this might be saving my sanity. The trick will be using it when Bri is around so that someone will be able to hear Mel and we won't miss a trick.

The Backyardigans are still a current favorite/obsession in our household. I find myself singing the songs at odd times in the morning/noon/night - and even Melanie will currently break into song. The worst part of it is that the songs wake me up in the middle of the night. I find myself singing, "Stomp, stomp, stomp I'm a Yeti!" and not being able to relax. I figured I'd read a book, or series of books, to get my mind off of the music and to let go.

So last night, I dream that Harry Potter is singing the "Hold On Tight" song from the Viking episode of the Backyardigans. Didn't accomplish a thing except make it more strange.

I have a newcomers reception after church tomorrow that we were going to attend as a family, as I'm a member of the staff. Brian and Mel are going to stay home now though, as her fever is still there, and we haven't been a day with out some form of stomach rejection. I really hope she's feeling better, and that they can kind of get back into the norm of things. The doc told us today to try to get 4 cups of fluid down her little body. That was laughable today - but we're hoping for a better day tomorrow!