Just when life is ordinary again, something else strikes. I’d just discovered that I’m not pregnant, our nice neighbours have moved out and now, the boy has a fever and diarrhoea!
You know I cook everyday? On Saturday, I took a break and instead of Chinese food, we decided to try Western. We ordered pizza and spaghetti from a local chain. That evening, I had severe diarrhoea…
The next morning, Hubby had diarrhoea. The boy was OK until late Sunday evening when Hubby said he had slightly runny poo.
On Monday morning, I couldn’t wait to drop him off at the school because it was the first day of my period and I’d been having giddiness this past month. However, he fought me all the way up to his classroom!
That evening, his kindy teacher called to tell me that he’d pooed in his pants. Poor guy…poor ayi…
The boy reported the drama,
“Pants dirty! X pangsai (Hokkien=pooed) ohh…shoes dirty! Oo sai (Hokkien=there’s shit)! Chee-cher (Teacher) take cloth wipe floor!”
Last night, he ran a fever of 38.4 deg C. Paracetamol is the hardest medicine to feed him – when I force it down with a syringe, he’d blow bubbles with each gulp! In the end, I had to talk to him again. He agreed but he wanted the PINK (Panadol) one, not the orange (Uphamol) one.
Like the last time, I find Panadol ineffective in bringing the fever down. I gave him 6 ml according to the instructions but halfway through the night, I still find him hot. I sponged him down and got him to drink water. A few hours later, I found his clothes damp from sweat – I changed them and dozed off.
This morning, he’s better but the fever returned. Because he has to eat something before I can give paracetamol, I’m frustrated he wouldn’t eat anything. He rejected:
– the delicious pork and liver congeeI made according to the recipe!
– a banana,
– pink jelly I made or
– the char siew pau or dim sum Hubby brought back from his dinner last night.
He’d only eat 3/4 of the miserable frozen maize man tou he sometimes have for breakfast. When he can read, I want him to read this entry so he can see what a pain he is as a fussy eating tot!
It’s dinner time now and by hook or by crook, I’m gonna get some congee down this little rebel…
God, it’s maddening dealing with a very NEGATIVE toddler!