It was a rough start to our Christmas Break. The night before the final day of school and my first-grader was thinking of a school field trip in the morning and a class-party in the afternoon. What a fun day it was going to be. He had a rough cough for the past week but I just knew it would go away. Eventually. As we were settling into our bedtime routine that Thursday night *C* lost it. Vomit, vomit, vomit. Gross, gross gross. He spiked a fever and I knew he was down for the count.
That cough stayed with him for another week. Cough medicine didn’t touch it and I was desperately trying to get him a doctor’s appointment. Our usually very accommodating doctors’ office seemed to have started vacation early and I was told to visit urgent care or an ER if I felt it warranted immediate attention. I just didn’t think it was that bad. (If for an instant I felt otherwise we would have gone!)
Enter the power of water. My boys all have their own water bottle; ones that matches mom’s bright pink one but in different colors. We made it a contest. First person to finish their water bottle was the winner. No reward except to know that they finished their water. Now, I’m not a fan of competition (just not in my nature) but this was something I could get behind. After only two days, drinking our 24ozs each day, the cough was gone. The spunk was back.
Now a few weeks later *E* has slowly picked up the cough and we continue to drink. We will conquer this bug with water as our sword and an attitude of health as our shield.
I raise my water-bottle and toast to a happy and healthy New Year in 2012.