Sunday, December 5, 2010

In Which Connor Is A Sicky Sadkin And I Play With Needles

I spent about seven hours today sitting in an armchair sewing fiddly little individually-sequined leaves onto a felt applique stocking I'm making for my nephew while keeping one eye on Connor, who was passed out on our living room floor.  I set him up there on a pallet made of about twenty blankets (if there's one thing we do not have in our house, it's a shortage of blankets) because I'd walked into his room earlier in the day to check on him and discovered he was in the middle of a seizure.  His apnea monitor didn't alarm because he was still breathing during the seizure.  So I moved him out into the living room and settled in for the long haul, where he had a total of three more seizures over the course of the day.  So obviously he is not feeling so hot right now.

For the most part Connor slept.  He was only awake maybe two of those seven hours, though apparently later in the evening he perked up a little.  And by 'perked up,' I mean 'switched from seizing and sleeping all the time to being awake and throwing up all over the place.'  Looks like I'll be doing quite a bit of laundry tomorrow. 

I wasn't there for any of the throwing up and whatnot in the evening because I was doing derby related things.  And yes, I went to derby even though Connor was sick.  This may make me an evil, horrible mother, but keep in mind that I'm an evil, horrible mother who'd just spent seven hours sitting in a chair watching my son breath and pricking my fingers full of holes.  Any time I needed to go to the bathroom I had to either get Jeremy to watch Connor or drag the whole mess into the bathroom.  Not fun.  So I was just a wee bit anxious to get moving after a day spent doing that sort of thing.

As the odds of Connor going to school tomorrow are virtually nil, I'll likely be spending most of tomorrow sewing eight billion more little leaves onto this stocking while Connor rotates through all of his bedding and clothing.  I've gotten to the point in my sewing where I really want to be done but have to slog through the rest of the stocking anyway, and I hate little leaves and start rationalizing ways to get out of sewing any more on.  Things like "this is a partridge in a pear tree stocking, but it's a Christmas song so it should be the middle of winter, right?  What pear tree has leaves in winter?  It should be a partridge on a stick!"  And then I start wondering about why, for that matter, the tree has any pears on it (which is the next fiddly bit I'll be sewing) for similar reasons, and aren't partridges mostly ground birds so what was it doing up in that pear tree in the first place, and then things just go downhill from there.  Really how that song is illustrated on this stocking makes no sense.  I think they just put all those pears and leaves on there as an excuse to use more sequins. 

I can't stop, however, because it needs to be done by Christmas.  Having no Christmas stocking would be a terrible thing for my adorable nephew's first Christmas.  And also I will sew every last sequin on if it kills me just because now they've made me mad and it's a challenge.

The next kid I sew a stocking for is totally getting an athletic sock with their name on it, though.

~Jess

7 comments:

krlr said...

Yikes - I can't of any cute upbeat quips 'cause it's monday morning & I'm only on cup#2 so just, yikes. I hope he feels better soon & that you two can venture back outside. And I'm very much hoping it's something passing & you don't have play with the pharma anymore.

leah said...

What a long day- you need to get out and have some time to yourself once in a while. We're all better mothers when we get some time to rejuvenate! Of course, in your case, rejuvenating means getting bruises on the derby track :-)

I'm sending every healthy, no-seizure thought I can in Connor's direction. I hope today is a better day!

Julia O'C said...

I highly doubt that *Ellen's* stocking will be an athletic sock with her name on it!

I hope Connor feels better soon - and FWIT, I think that you went to derby makes you a better mom. You have to take care of yourself, too. <3

xraevision said...

Aw, I'm sorry to hear that Connor is feeling rotten and that you were trapped in a chair for seven hours! I hope Connor is feeling better soon.

Please post a photo of your stocking. I promise to gush over it! Also, I'm looking for stocking ideas because poor X may still not have one for his 4th Christmas in a row. It's a ridiculous case of the cobbler's children having no shoes.

Michelle said...

Hi - a lurker here on your blog, have been reading for some time but usually don't comment. Anyway, I wondered if Connor was still on Trileptal? I ask because I have known several children whose seizures got worse and/or more frequent on that particular drug. And I remember reading a while back that Connor was on it. It works like a miracle for some kids, but for others its the worst thing ever for them. Just thought I'd throw that out there in case it might help.

Mary said...

Erm, well, Opie's stocking isn't finished yet either. Not much looking like it will be. Eep. I'm not putting my fancy one up in a show of solidarity though. Also, I'm afraid the dogs will eat it.

Jess said...

Hey, I offered Mary. It's your own dang fault you didn't take me up on it.

But doing all that work and then having the dogs eat it would totally suck.

 
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