Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I should have known the day was going to be rough when at 7:30 a.m. Max and Jack came running into my office, where I was perusing Facebook. Madeline would have normally joined them, since she had been playing with them just moments before, but I think she was hiding from me, pretending to not have been involved in the altercation that sent the boys into my office.
Jack looked guilty as all get out and refused to look me in the eye. Max burst into tears.
"It was Max's fault," Jack began. "He deserved it."
"He deserved it?"
"Yeah, he deserved it," Jack said with a tone of righteous indignation.
"No, I didn't," Max screamed.
"Yes, you did," Jack insisted.
"No, I didn't!"
"What happened?" I wanted to know.
Max was wailing at this point. I'm talking heaving sobs with big tears. I was trying to comfort him to no avail.
"Well, remember he deserved it," said my little lawyer.
"He deserved what?! What happened? What did he deserve?"
"Madeline and I duct taped Max's mouth shut and then we duct taped his arms to his body," Jack finally fessed up.
I know there are a million and one uses for duct tape, but binding my son was not one I would have thought of on my own.
I still don't know what Max did to provoke his brother and sister, if anything, not that duct taping your little brother is ever acceptable. All I know is that I should've known by the way Max was carrying on that something was up. Of course, being turned into a silver mummy is scary and maddening and well-deserving of a good cry, but Max bawled non-stop. That's a sure sign of impending illness in my house. I should have noticed the red flag.
A couple of hours later, Max lost it. Up came breakfast all over the kitchen floor.
And so it began a day of puking.
(I promise no more posts revolving around GI issues for a while, if ever again. It's just that I have another good tip for you here.)
He couldn't keep anything down. Since he doesn't have diabetes, I was mostly concerned with simply keeping him hydrated. What I did for him, I do for Jack when he's sick, too.
I pulled out the mini ice cubes!
Doesn't sound all that amazing, huh?
Well, I'll admit it: this is not rocket science. This is nothing extraordinary. This is just something kid-friendly that works really well with my kids, D and non-D alike.
I make little Gatorade and Powerade Zero ice cubes. You could use Pedialyte, too. I like to use Powerade Zero for Jack, because it contains zero carbs.
I'm not a fan of the artificial colors, flavors or sweeteners, but once in a blue moon, on a sick day or two, won't kill my kids. Most likely, I could find a healthier version of electrolyte water at Whole Foods or a health foods store, but I haven't done that yet.
These cubes are truly tiny, about the size of a finger tip. They probably provide no more than a half teaspoon of liquid at a time. Because they're so small, they rarely come back up...unless consumed in quantity. But a little bit of liquid here and there, one cube at a time, helps with hydration, which is especially important for kids with diabetes, who can develop ketones simply from the dehydration alone.
By the way, I don't serve them on a plate. I just pop them out one at a time and hand them to my kids. Photographing them on the plate seemed best, however.
Because they're so small, they freeze quickly.
I bought the tray at my local grocery store. I recently saw the trays on sale for 10 for $10, but if I remember correctly, I paid $1.99 or $2.99.
So there you have it: another simple tip for surviving the stomach bug.
Please remember that this blog is not intended as medical advice. I'm just a D mama, who's sharing what's worked for her child. Always consult your doctor.