Monday, December 28, 2009

No Christmas For The Weary


Many of my friends and family have been following my crappy Christmas saga via my Facebook updates. This truly was a rotten Christmas for Aubrey and me, but it's never to late to celebrate...


Christmas 2009 officially goes down in the books as the WORST Christmas ever. In fact, as far as I'm concerned, Christmas hasn't even happened yet.

Aubrey's father, my ex-partner, and I live about 26 miles apart from one another. It was her turn at his house but this year we co-purchased her "big" Christmas gift and both wanted to be with her when she opened it. Our plan was for me to drive to the ex's house Friday morning and do Christmas morning gifts together. Our nanny is on vacation until Monday, so it would be just the three of us.

Well, Thursday during the night, Aubrey woke up with a fever. By the time I arrived on Christmas morning, she had a high temp, sore throat, cough and was listless. When we decided she needed to see a physician, our pediatrician's office was just closing shop. It was nice of them to have Christmas morning hours available, but there was no way we were making it from Westlake Village to Santa Monica in fifteen minutes. Stupid far away Ventura County.

So we spent Christmas day in the emergency room doling out a small fortune to be told something along the helpful lines of, "it's probably viral but could be bacterial". Thanks Dr. Holmes. The doctor didn't say a thing about her ears and just that her throat was a little red, but not bad. He wrote a prescription for amoxicillin and never ran a strep test. When you're in the heat of the moment with your one and only, never been sick like this before, screaming, feverish child, you don't necessarily think to ask questions, like, "Should we run a strep test?" Or "Are you sure you didn't see any inflammation in her ears?" Or "Tsk tsk," the doctor for writing a prescription for an antibiotic when he's guessing whether or not your child has a viral or bacterial infection. You kind of hope the doctor would think of these things on their own in a professional, doctory way.



The night got progressively worse as Aubrey went into her first ever barf-fest, vomiting five times during the night and her sore throat getting worse. The next morning, Dec 26th, we made the 40 mile trek (Did I mention that I HATE Ventura county?) to our pediatrician's office and finally discovered that Aubrey had an ear infection. The first one she's ever had and the first one I've experienced as a mom. It's late afternoon now and she finally ate some chicken broth and water without yerping it all back up and has been napping her little life away. I think the worst is behind us and she'll start her antibiotics as soon as she wakes up.

So is this piece about the incompetence of some physicians? The heartache and helplessness of seeing your child suffer from illness? Or the TOTAL funky weirdness of having to hang out at your ex's house all day and spend the night because you live so frickin' far apart from each other but you want to make sure your child is well taken care of without having to cart her all the way back to your house in Sherman Oaks and risk her barfing all over your leased Honda? No. Well, actually, yes. It's about the latter, but let me restate that in a kinder, gentler, not completely jaded way...

This piece is about setting differences aside and doing the right thing. I can't say that my ex and I have had the best of times since our split and even recently had a bit of a flare up over some personal issues. And while we have fairly different parenting styles and immensely different personalities, we do both love our daughter and want the best for her. That is why I am sitting in my ex's house in Ventura county, co-watching over our sick child. Making sure she doesn't choke if she vomits in her sleep, helping to keep her hydrated, making Tylenol and Pedialyte runs. We are not best friends and we don't spend time together in any other way, but tonight I'll eat leftovers from his fridge and sleep in his guest room in case she has another episode during the night. For now, we are working as a team because our third member needs us. And, as much as I hate to admit it, he and I need each other right now too. It is too much to do alone and as I sit here typing in a dimly lit living room while my baby sleeps on the floor next to the Christmas tree, my heart goes out to every parent out there who has had no choice but to do it alone. You deserve a purple heart.

The saddest part of this entire holiday fiasco is that poor Aubrey has been so sick, she still hasn't opened her Christmas gifts. We have asked her if she wants to open them several times and the answer is always a feeble little, "no". It is almost December 27th and maybe tomorrow will be the morning my little one wakes up feeling well enough to smile and dance and sing again. Maybe tomorrow, it will be Christmas.

4 comments:

  1. Watching that video made my heart hurt. I can't imagine what you're going through. My mom used to tell me stories about when I was sick, but I don't think I have any videos that I've seen from when I was. I hope Aubrey feels better soon; definitely take a video of her opening that big gift!

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  2. This is heartbreaking. I have a 3.5 year old and we (she and I) has literally been sick since thanksgiving. She's finally better but all the time and energy I spent taking care of her the first half of December already kinda sick just made me neglect my own health and get super sick. I'm still not back to normal. I can TOTALLY related to the doctor situation. Especially with ear infections. The first two years of claires life we had to take her to the pediatrician on average of three times each time before they properly diagnosed her. As a child of divorced parents (who get along berybwell but would never cohabitation while I was sick) I really admire your efforts with your ex. Hang in there! You're doing an awesome job!

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  3. We also spent the morning with Brendan at the dr office, sinus infection this time. Tis the season. I am so glad that little Aubrey is feeling better. Brendan saw Aubrey's sad pictures and wants to come see her soon. :) I asked him if it was to see Aubrey or the ocean, and he said definitely Aubrey, we didn't even have to go to the ocean. :) Mike and I will be in San Diego tomorrow through Thursday am for football. I haven't even mentioned it as you have your hands full at home. xoxo Stacy

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  4. Aw that video made me tear up. How sad is that? I've been in ER hell and second guessed myself backwards, knowing all the right things I should have demanded. It's an exercise in self hate that is totally misdirected. But the rage at the docs is also futile. I wrote a letter and it took four months to get a response by which time I was like "feh."

    Good parenting, the teaming with the ex despite your differences. You deserve much kudos for that. And a spa day!

    PS I <3 Charlie Brown and the "Snoopy Song"

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