Flu? 2014

Oh no, it's hit.  Leesha hurts, has a sore throat a cough and a fever.  Ugh.

We were planning to all attend Jack's last fencing class, meeting all 5 grandparents at 6pm.  When I informed Jack that his big sister wouldn't be there because she's not feeling good, he crumbled.  Poor kid.  When he learned his little sister would also not be going (mostly because she's been whiney, and may have a little fever, so I just wanted her to go to bed early), his heart went out to her.  He came to me saying something along the lines of ...
"I feel bad for Maggie.  She's the only one my age.  Dad's usually at work, you're usually busy in the kitchen, Leesha is usually not feeling good or in her room, but Maggie wants to play with me."

This little guy, sometimes he just hits it right on the nose and makes my heart melt a little more.

Of course, this was after he drove me batty on the walk home from school by sloshing through the decomposing leaves along the side of the road, kicking them at his sister and then proceeding to insist on playing outside in the mud with the jacket and gloves I just washed yesterday ....

I know I will miss this someday - my teenager needing me because she doesn't feel good, my son being messy and my "baby" actually being snuggly because she too isn't feeling well.

random pictures

taken by Grandpa David

Jack Willis

This morning Jack was wearing a good looking outfit. Leesha and I were complimenting him on it. Leesha said, "You look cool! Are you cool?"

and Jack replied, "No! I'm Jack Willis."

Happy New Year

Yeah...

At about 1:30AM Leesha got sick. She's been spitting up through out the morning. This has been a less-than-fun holiday vacation for the Willis East Household.

Aww Bedder! (that Jack-Language for 'All Better')

Jack is home.

He came home yesterday late evening. We checked in to the Children's Hospital Sunday afternoon. He stayed over night and was there all of Monday. Jack was able to spend the night at home last night. He was sick every half hour or so from around 1:30PM to about 5:00 or 6:00PM on Sunday. He got sick early afternoon, yesterday.

I think he got sick one other time besides that while we were there.

They put us in a very nice room at Children's. Cara did stay the night there and failed to get good rest due to a poor little kid in the room next door who cried almost our entire stay. I went home to use my CPAP and retrieve a list of needs for the next day.

One of our favorite nurses was Catherine from Uganda. She was thrilled to find that Cara lived there for a short while years ago. She took to Jack and kind of gave him special treatment- ordering a red wagon for him.

Monday evening my parents came with Leesha to see Jack as well as feed us. Around the same time, Cara's folks came too (they had fun meeting Catherine, it was cool that they were able to meet). Jack was maxed out with visitors. Not much later, the doctor came to check out Jack and said it was ok for him to go home.

Around 1:30AM he chuck up a bunch o.f fluid and a little piece of peach he had eaten during the day. He got sick a few more times through the night, the last one around 5:30AM.

It is Tuesday evening and he hasn't spit up anything worth reporting. He's drinking a lot and eating a little. I think Jack even loaded his diapers- a breakthrough!

Jack Single-Handedly DeRails the Holiday Plans

Today was going to be fun. Our plans were to go to Greg and Mandy's house and open our Secret Santa gifts and just hang out, maybe play some games and definitely eat. We went to church and picked up Leesha and then started driving to Willis West. About 1/4th off the way there Jack exploded. Something caused him to throw-up everything he ate for breakfast. ALL OVER himself, and the car seat. Quick thinking we diverted our course to Cara's parents house which is sort of on the way. They were there and we all got him and everything else cleaned up. However, Jack threw up again. And soon it was apparent that this wasn't going to stop anytime soon. We decided to call off going to Willis West and started on our way back home. Jack then upchucked something yellow so we decided to change course again to the Children's Hospital.


He was poked and prodded, and x-rayed. They seemed concerned that he was getting dehydrated and finally they I.V.ed him- which he was a real champion about. Having an I.V. put into your little guy is a scary ordeal. It did help to hear that the ladies doing it had done 8 already today. And they pointed out that that was just her count, there were other nurses doing them, too.

When it seemed he was finished he was fed some pedialight or whatever. But that came up pretty quick. But that was the last.

All said, Jack threw up at around 1:30pm and continued to around every half hour till around 5:30. The poor little guy never had a nap and was completely exhausted.

Cara's dad came and took Leesha to stay with them for the night. They are so great.

They moved us up to a real fancy room with the fanciest crib you've ever seen. TV, toys. Jack is definitely coming back. He started to get chatty again. What a wonderful sound that is. Looks like Cara's going to stay here to sleep and I'm going to go home to my CPAP.

A doctor says this may be the beginning of it and this may carry on for a few days.