sick potato

The Potato is sick tonight. When I went to pick him up at daycare, the teacher told me that he had been somewhat out of sorts during the afternoon and she wasn’t sure what was wrong, but that she had just taken his temp, and it was high. In the car on the way home, he was just sitting there, clutching Mr. Bear and chomping on a binky, looking quite wan. Until he threw up, about four blocks away from our house.

Of course, I had been thinking earlier today about how the Potato doesn’t get sick very often–nowhere near as often as his sister. By the time that girl was four, she had already been to the emergency room three times (one broken leg, two febrile seizures). But the Potato is a mostly healthy kid, and it’s hard to see him sick.

When we got home, he just wanted to sit in my lap and cuddle. It’s hard for a mom like me to argue with that. He ate some dinner, and then I put him to bed, but about 20 minutes after he went to bed, I heard him crying, and he had thrown up again. This time, Mr. Bear didn’t make it–he took a direct hit. Landisdad and I got him and the bedding changed, and then put him back to bed. He started to cry when we left the room, so I went back in and sat next to him while he fell asleep. It’s a testament to how ill he felt that he was willing to go to sleep without Mr. Bear in the room.

Earlier today, I was in a meeting with some folks that I have worked with for several years. They all used to be on the board of a non-profit of which I was the director–we were meeting to talk about the failures of the person who replaced me. I left the board when I left the organization, because I didn’t want to be the kind of ex-staffer that the board still looks to for direction, and I wanted to give the new guy the chance to develop things in his own way. Listening today to a litany of changes that he’s made, and systems that I created that he’s failed to maintain, I felt sick myself. I said to the other people in the meeting, “I’m glad that I have actual kids of my own, because otherwise I would think this is how you feel when your kid gets shot.” Of course, I’ve never had a kid get shot, but I have had a kid be really really sick in my arms, and losing an organization that I cared about? No contest.


June 3, 2005. thoughtful parenting.


  1. Jo Clark replied:

    Hope the Potato is feeling better. That’s so sad. I hate it when kids get sick.

  2. Comfort Addict replied:

    A[I don’t have any children and can only imagine what it’s like to have a sick one. I know that I get very concerned whenever one of my dogs is sick. I’ll send healing thoughts to your Sweet Potato.

    I discovered your blog last night on BlogExplosion. You write very well. I have added you to my BlogRoll.

    I also noticed that you visited my blog and commented. Thanks. Feel free to come back anytime.

  3. chip replied:

    Oh, poor little sweet potato! It’s so sad when they’re sick. And throwing up all over Mr. Bear!! I hope he’s salvageable!

    And sorry to hear about your other “baby,” it must be so frustrating…

  4. landismom replied:

    Jo, thanks. So far today, he’s managed to keep things down, but he’s still not acting like himself.

  5. landismom replied:

    Comfort Addict–thanks for the compliments, and for blogmarking me.

    Chip–yes, Mr. Bear was saved–just needed to be washed. The Potato is running around again today, after spending most of yesterday feeling ill in varying degrees (but no more vomiting, fortunately). Just a 24 hour thing, I think. Wish I could say the same for my other ‘baby’ but that’s going to be a long haul repair.

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