The last seven days have been rough. Full of anxiety and fear, yet shoving all those feelings to the back of my mind as much as I can so I can take care of kiddo. Well, let me tell you what has been happening over here.
Last Saturday night, around dinner, Wyatt started throwing up. When your child has a shunt (he has a VP shunt that runs from his head to his belly to shunt fluids away) and he starts throwing up, that could be a sign of shunt malfunction. So after the second time, we hurried down to Children’s Hospital, which was packed. Wyatt however threw up all over their hallway so they gave us a room within a few minutes. The possibility of intracranial brain pressure is triaged pretty emergent, so after we were in the room Wyatt was assessed quickly. However, there were two code blues while we were there, and after assessing Wyatt we then waited a few hours for him to get X-Rays and a CT Scan.
At around midnight (also when the above picture was taken), Wyatt was feeling better, and the neurologist came in and told us that Wyatt’s scans and x-rays all looked good, so great news! Shortly after that, a nurse came in and told us that Wyatt’s Covid tests and flu tests all came back negative as well. So, we were discharged at about 12:30 in the morning, getting home about 1.
Sunday Wyatt and I took lots of naps, while Billy played video games in his basement office. It was an extremely low key day. Until Billy started coughing that evening. He took a Covid test at home, and .. it was positive. What I have been dreading and avoiding for two years was here, in our house. We still have no idea where he contracted it, but we are guessing work although he only works there three times a week, wears a mask, and is usually in his totally separate from the rest of the building office, behind two locked doors.
After that test we sprang into action, mainly because I had a panic attack and told him to get down to his basement office while we figured out what to do. He made a telephone visit with a doctor, who put him on medicine that was immediately sent to the pharmacy. We called each other and made plans – Billy wanted to isolate in the office so we worked out what to do. He ordered a cot. I deliver food fully masked to a table at the bottom of the stairs. And that is about it. When he has to shower, he opens the window, and disinfects behind him when he leaves. Then we leave the door shut, window open, and fan running for a few hours. I have also been able to leave all the windows open in the house as well.
Wyatt and I have been hanging out upstairs, taking it easier than normal. I called off school and we have watched a lot of tv, read a lot of picture books, played outside, and made lots of curbside pickups. We have strawberries growing in the garden, and the butterflies are back! I found black swallowtail eggs yesterday which made me smile. My last Mother’s Day Gift from Billy and Wyatt came this week, a little bunny hug ring. I have taken tests everyday. I am trying to remain positive in spirit, which is easier said than done for me this week. We have been keeping company with our menagerie, and made an ice cream cone countdown to when Billy can come out of quarantine, if universe and God willing things remain as they are and improve.
I did get bitten by my PacMan frog Freddie this week! It didn’t hurt, but his little mouth and jaw are surprisingly strong! I was more shocked and freaked out than anything, and had to fight the natural instinct to scream (it was 10 pm) and shake my hand to get him to let go. Instead I waited for him to just let go, which was just a few seconds. I had been trying to see if I could find out his (or her) gender – why I was doing this at ten at night, I don’t know.I think I scared him, which made me feel bad. So although it was sort of freaky, it wasn’t his fault. I did tell him that he is not my favorite, but I don’t think he cared.
TV has been a challenge! I usually only watch with Billy and I don’t want to watch anything we might want to watch together, so I rewatched a few episodes of The Durrells (I love that show so much) then finally figured out how to watch the seasons of When Calls the Heart that I haven’t watched. It is sort of a full circle thing, because When Calls the Heart was the show that helped me through the beginning of the pandemic, so it makes sense it provides the same calm for me now. I am a Heartie. Lol.
So that is it from here all. Stay safe – and if you don’t mind sending out some prayers and good vibes for our family I would appreciate it.