Sick sick sick
I have been battling a yucky cough for a few days, and just feeling blah. However, last weekend was supposed to be all about the kids, so the original plan was to grin and bear it. Saturday was the annual CHI reunion, which we went to for the first time with the kids. We met up with two of the traveling families we were with, and one of the kids who was friends with our kids. We also met another family with a son who the kids remembered from the orphanage and transition home. Plus a former co-worker of Adam’s, who had adopted with Russia. Along with many other families. There were crafts, games, and live entertainment for the kids, plus a huge playground outside for those wanting to brave the heat. The kids had a blast!
The plan was afterwards to meet some of the other families at the St. Louis Zoo. However in transit, Aman started complaining of a tummy ache, and I started running a fever. So, we ended up going home. Our movie of the night on Saturday was Mary Poppins. Some of the songs played at the reunion were in the movie, so we thought the kids should see where they came from. They seemed to enjoy that, or so I was told because I fell asleep in the beginning of the movie.
My sister picked up Serawit on Sunday for a few hours to play with her cousin, and Adam and Aman went to a remote control car race thingy in Kirkwood. I got to stay home and cough.
Today, we were all feeling better and decided to go to the Science Center for a few hours, then we went to the Ethiopian restaurant for lunch. The kids weren’t that hungry and didn’t eat as much as they usually do. Strange. We got home and both kids ran into the bedroom and went right to their naps without any prompting from us. Even stranger. 2 1/2 hours later when I checked on them, Aman was burning up and Serawit felt like she had a low grade fever, but she was up and playing in her bed. By bedtime, Aman’s fever dropped some, and Serawit seemed just fine. He doesn’t have the cough that I had, and seems like his tummy is still bothering him. I talked to the experienced mom in the family, my baby sister, and she pretty much told me the same thing Adam and I were thinking, which is that I guess I’m calling the doctor in the morning.
Adam went back to work tonight and I already feel a little lost without him here. I’m going to sleep a few hours and then give Aman another dose of Tylenol. Poor kid.