Things are not going so well in The Autism Dad household. As you know, the boys have been sick for about the last month. It began right before Thanksgiving.
Elliott was sick with a upper respiratory infection that required 2 rounds of antibiotics and took over 2 weeks to recover from. Emmett started with something similar about a week or so after Elliott and is going on week 3. He still has a few days left of his antibiotics.
On Wednesday, Elliott came home from a visit and spent the evening and most of the night puking. He was feeling better the next day and is back to normal today.
About 6 PM this evening, Emmett started puking. He’s absolutely miserable.
Elliott wanted to be on the couch when he was sick. Emmett wanted setup on my bed. I have a bunch of candles (fake ones) going because he finds it relaxing. I have the mattress set to his body temp and the puke bucket is in range.
The kids are scheduled for flushots in the morning, which I’m probably going to cancel. Although, Emmett will likely be back on his feet in the morning. I’m not sure what we’re going to do. After flushots, the kids are supposed to be celebrating Christmas with their mom and grandparents but that’s looking uncertain now as well.
This absolutely sucks and I hate the idea of our very first Christmas on our own, being a complete disaster. This was going to be hard enough emotionally but now it’s going to be even worse.
I’m not going to sugarcoat this and tell you I have things under control. I mean, we’re surviving but barely. Managing 2 Autistic kids who are just getting over a respiratory infection, only to immediately move to a stomach bug is not easy. I’m overwhelmed, exhausted and for the record, we only have 1 bathroom and it’s carpeted. I’m very much wanting to get off the ride.
The absolute last thing that needs to happen is for me to get sick. That would not be good because there’s no one to step in for me. Even something as seemingly simple as passing out meds would be a huge problem. Gavin can manage his own because they come in pill packs but the other boys need theirs manually put together twice a day.
I made it through the respiratory nastiness without getting it, maybe I’ll make it through this as well.
Sister or maybe Aunts… I avoid carpet kike the plague is is just too hard to keep clean.
oh no oh no that sounds awful. Your carpeted bathroom? Oh man. Hang in there, let your family know you are in trouble, maybe they can help out? Sisters are what you need in this situation, it has been my experience…
There is something to be said for hitting a really bad spot — next year Christmas is going to be fabulous by comparison.