Yesterday we decided to bring Noelie to the hospital to get her checked out. She's been constipated for days and we've been having a hard time controlling her fevers and in addition after her morning milk she projectile vomited all over our bed following a major bout of chills all over her body. I went to the hospital with her while Papa and Miabelle went for a walk.
Although the hospital could not pin point the exact virus, they are convinced based on the symptoms that it was most likely a mild virus within the upper respiratory tract. How to cure? Motrin and Tylenol while waiting it out for a period of about 5 days. In the meanwhile we have to keep the girls separated as much as possible. Ok, well this was easy when they were younger because they would forget each others existence within minutes, now it's drama! So keeping them apart is not really an option anymore.
We are proceeding with caution, washing their hands frequently, avoiding the sharing of waters or toys and frequently wiping down any areas that they touch. So far Miabelle shows no signs but it would not shock us if the virus spreads.
Amazing that despite our extreme levels of caution, they still get ill. We wipe down every surface and item in public, we clean their hands constantly, we are so cautious when outside the cocoon and still "smurf" happens. A little frustrating to say the least! We are convinced that Noelie got it at the pool as she did get a little cold during our first pool trip, but it could have been anywhere. If only people that sneezed and coughed could be placed on mandatory house arrest til they feel better!.
Noelie is a Super toddler so we are trying to remain confident that in no time she will kick whatever this is to the curb. But in the back of our minds we can't help but feel like we've been transported backward in time to when Miabelle first got sick in Puerto Rico. Diarrhea and Fevers where her symptoms. This time around it's Constipation and Fevers. It's so frightening that I've found myself panic stricken for the last couple of days. Your heart and your mind racing, while memories of Miabelle flash before you. It's paralyzing. Yes, we know that Noelie was tested and she is not a carrier of the gene defect, but still. Fear lives just beneath the surface and any potential threats - imagined or real, send us into a tailspin. Deja Vu sounds so nonchalant, but this does feel familiar and it's hard to separate one from the other right now - It's hard to imagine that it ever won't be.
For now, we are keeping a close eye on things and checking in with the hospital for guidance and advice. Oli is consumed with trying to make sure that Miabelle doesn't catch it, while I am consumed with trying to make little Noelie feel better. I'm guessing it's because I felt so hopeless in Miabelle's situation that I'm focusing every ounce of energy on Noelie, and Oli wasn't there for the beginning of Miabelle's illness so he's more focused on things that we can do to protect Miabelle. I don't know. Either way, this house is cleaner than the BMT ward, and more tense than the leaders of the European Monetary Union.
Hopefully, we'll begin to turn the corner soon!