As I waited in line at the checkout, a family friend happened to walk past and decided to stop for a chat. Mid chat she glanced over my trolley and just stared at the icecreams like I had just purchased a kg of heroin for the kids: Then she had to say " aren't you doing that sugar thing anymore??" I was about to defend myself with the tale of a vomiting sick child needing to eat something but instead the 7 year old declared " If the 1 year old is getting icecream, I'm getting chocolates!!! He grabbed one that was conveniently placed at his height and threw it in the trolly. Holy Mother of Self Control... I could have scanned the 7 year old and shoved him in a bag at that moment, but instead I calmly took it out and told him that the baby is having icecream because she hasn't eaten anything in a day and a half and that he can have one of the icecreams too... The family friend then decided at that moment to tell me that dairy is not a good idea if she is sick.." She must have seen the slight flare or my nostrils and decided to say her goodbyes and leave us in line. Of course the 7 year old had to then cry over the loss of his chocolate bar and the 1 year old decided that she really needed a chocolate bar in her life... I still had one person in front of me and my brain felt like it was going to explode, so I just walked away. Pushed my trolley to the side and pretended it was a normal thing to do. The 7 year old quickly snapped out of his tears realising that this sought of thing does not happen and followed me whilst I wrangled the screaming baby to the car. I drove around for a couple of minutes realising I hadn't solved the problem of feeding the 1 year old and that both kids with extremely quite in the back seat (and no I hadn't left them by the side of the road). I pulled my sh*t together and ducked into the servo to buy 3 overpriced paddle pops. I offered one to the 1 year old who batted it away. I swear that if someone would have offered me a jar of nutella at that moment I would have thrown my face into it, no spoon needed.
When we finally got home, I attempted once more to get the 1 year old to eat something, if I could have offered her rainbows and fried baby unicorns I would have. She finally settled on her ice-cream after watching the 7 year old eat his like he had not been fed for months. Within minutes of her finishing it, I was wearing it on my shoulder… Nothing like the smell of baby vomit to make your day even better.
I was getting seriously worried about her and her cough was getting worse. I offered myself up to the God's of Facebook hoping that a friend would post a miracle response to my question of "What the hell can I do"… Eventually after trying pretty much every suggestion (except the give her a shot of tequila… that one was for me) I decided to take her up to the hospital after watching her spew up her medicine.
Seriously next time I think my child is sick, I'm just going to take them straight up to the Emergency room because the law of the universe states "When a child is coughing til the point of vomiting, has not kept any medicine down and is quite lethargic, on being admitted into hospital, they will not cough, they will run around and will keep down their medicine for the doctor, making you look like a lying d*ck.
I seriously felt like the biggest hypochondriac mother… I told the doctor her symptoms (which none she showed, even though she was gagging on her coughs in the car 5 minutes before). I even shoved my iPhone in his face and made him watch a video of her coughing that I had sent to my husband asking "if this was normal??" My husband being the wealth of knowledge that he is, wrote back "if you have to ask, then you know its not… take her up to the hospital.." He watched it and nodded. I felt like saying "that is not a child actor!! That is this baby sitting right in front of you, the one playing with your stethoscope and giggling.
We sat up at the hospital for 3.5 hours. In that time she coughed maybe 10 times as opposed to her 10 times in a minute. The 7 year old got bored after 10min and I spent the majority of the time trying not to lose my sh*t with him, whislt he used the seat with wheels as his own personal wheelchair..
On being told we could leave and that she should be fine, I was seriously exhausted. The 7 year old hadn't eaten, so on the way home we stopped and got some hot chips!! Yep hot chips!! What I had sworn I would never eat again!! That was all he wanted and he could have asked me for a bottle of vodka and some chewing tobacco and I would have agreed. I looked at the takeaway board and saw an Oreo thickshake. I really really wanted it. My mind was in a "don't give a fruc state". Pfft sugar free, pfft a day off 13 weeks, pfft pfft pfft!!!!! But I didn't give in. I was so dam close but there was still a tiny amount of willpower inside me. I felt like I was having a Lord of The Rings moment… my precious...
I ate a couple of chips when we got home but didn't feel like them at all (thats surprising). I then stood in front of the fridge and then the cupboard and back to the fridge, trying to decide what I wanted to eat. Leftovers from last night looked like Clag glue, the chicken smelt a little weird and there was no way in hell that I wanted to start cooking, so I just prepared to go to bed a little sulky wondering what I would have eaten pre-sugar. (Probably a chocolate bar, or nutella in the cupboard. I know I wouldn't have eaten anything substantial just something in sugar form.)
I braced myself for another night of no sleep, as surprise, surprise the 1 year old got her cough back when I lay her in the cot on her mountain of pillows to keep her upright. I went out to the kitchen and made myself a hot cacao chocolate drink to keep me going and walked into the room to find her asleep. Stuff the drink, I'm not missing out on a second of sleep, knowing she could wake up at any second. Next thing I know its 9am. I have had a full 9 hours sleep!!! I am woken to a 1 year old saying "more, more" as she holds up her empty water bottle and strangely enough she is also wearing a hat…. like seriously a hat.
I walk outside and open up the blinds and holy mother of beautiful days!! What a stunner!! What a change of attitude to life 9 hours sleep can bring someone. I feel like a new person and just thought to myself, imagine how sh**t I would have felt waking up from a good night sleep, to a beautiful day after consuming an Oreo thick shake.. I would have been devastated and all types of dirty on myself. However, I'm sitting here giving myself a little pat on the back..
Today is the last day before the 7 year old goes back to school and that means my holidays are at an end as well!! This also means today will be spent going grocery shopping, then straight into the kitchen to make up an array of lunchbox treats. Since I haven't done this in 2 weeks, I am a little excited, but we all know this will only last until I have to wash up the first load of dishes. My main mission today is to construct a chocolate cupcake (no dirty beetroot this time) for the 7 year olds lunch box. We have had so many fails in this area and those dam donut cakes are seriously not good defrosted. The 7 year old isn't the biggest cacao powder fan so God only knows what his response will be to anything "chocolate" I make.
Hmmm, I can't just leave you with tales of my sick kid… Although i'm sure thats why you visited a site about living fructose free.. So therefore, I will leave you with a blog I found called Life After Sugar her Anzac Day Cheesecake looks to die for and once this Dry Fructose July is over, I am going to give some of her recipes a crack. It would be torture to make them and not be able to enjoy them!!! I am going to link her Sweets to my Sweet section!! The pictures below are of some of her creations!! If you are looking for something a little spesh, then hit that site up!! NOW!
Happy Sunday !!!!