So, the evening that A ate the peanut butter cracker everything started to unravel. By unravel I mean there was vomit. A LOT of vomit. At one point during the night A was throwing up every 10 minutes. He would wake up, scream, throw up, fall asleep on me, wake up scream, barf, repeat from midnight to 7am, at which point I handed him off to Omer and went to sleep for a while. The rational side of my mind knew that none of this was peanut related – it was just a virus, and a poorly timed one at that – but the irrational side of my brain was wondering if I’d somehow poisoned the little guy by giving him peanuts. It was a long night – and a long week, since A obligingly kept vomiting randomly for a week afterwards.
Since then – and that was mid-January – A has had a series of viruses, bacterial infections, asthma diagnoses…you name it! He’s been to the doctor five times in the last two months, and I don’t really consider myself and alarmist parent! (I am surprised at the asthma diagnosis – I wasn’t there for that visit, but apparently the doctor told Omer that A had virus-induced asthma. Of course, when I took him back the next week for the next virus, the doctor we saw for *that* visit diagnosed a bacterial infection in A’s lung and prescribed antibiotics, which cleared everything up.) (A was supposed to get 6mL of Augmentin twice a day. Being a smart kid – and augmentin being a gross tasting antibiotic – A quickly learned that if he blew a raspberry just after I squirted the medicine in his mouth he could not only get rid of the medicine but he could coat the entire area around him in sticky, gooey fun! Trying to dose him twice a day for a week was…interesting.)
All this is to say that it’s now the end of March, and after a couple weeks free of fever and vomiting we’re back on the cold wagon again, though this time it seems to be a mild version. I’m really hoping that all this illness means A will be healthy as a horse for the rest of the year!