Last week the boys both got sick but on separate days. Koa ran a fever one day, which we happily burned off while drinking coconut water and watching Pokemon. Ikaika came home from school and sat quietly with him watching TV (unheard of on a school night but I didn't have the courage to turn it off). Two days later, I got a call to pick up Kaika from school because he was running a fever. When I got there all the kids were eating lunch outside and he was laying on the floor in the middle of the classroom. I could hear his snoring from the doorway. He hit the couch hard and slept all afternoon. Koa, rather than being quiet and cooperative, ran around like a maniac and did everything in his power to make the afternoon as miserable as possible. I felt awful - I wanted to care for Ikaika, but I ended up mostly ignoring him because I was dealing with Koa's madness!
Kaika is a very tough kid. When I was small (and even now that I'm an adult), when I threw up I would panic and cry. He just puked and said in a quiet voice, "I kind of feel better." People always told me that my own child's vomit wouldn't bother me (I usually get all queasy), and I guess its true! Maybe its because Mr A wasn't home, but I just cleaned him up and moved on like a champ. It was a total breakthrough in my parenting. Then again, I also used the television to placate my children for almost 4 days straight so they would just sit still and let their bodies rest. Didn't think that would ever happen either - busting through the barriers between fantasy mom and reality mom!