Well, today I had to take a sick day, for S4. Tuesday evneing when I picked him up, xW's mother (the crazed MIL) reported that he had thrown up all over her apartment. (I think I could tell she was very relieved I was taking him off her hands at that point.)
Sure enough, on the way back to my place, he upchucked all over my back seat. I mean, I couldn't believe he still had that much in him. S8 was overreacting and exclaiming at the deluge of vomit, demanding I put the windows down.
I got them home and inside. S4 had no fever, was actually only slightly cool to touch. He kind of refused to accept that he was sick, in fact, and when I told him to just sip his water, he ignored me and drank it down. And he had begun to work on eating a little chicken soup when he decided to stand up and barf all over the kitchen.
I still cannot believe how much a four-year old can hold in their stomach. My kitchen floor and adjoining carpet were covered.
The "pink stuff" I gave him came up too, not even having much of a chance to properly coat his stomach. And whenever I tried to give him more to replace what he lost, he would wretch and throw up some more liquid (where does it come from?)
I got him stable and he was ultimately able to at least keep the pink stuff down. He slept through the night without incident too, which I thank God for that. Still, I was up until the wee hours of the night, cleaning everything -- my car, the car seats, the floors, the carpet, all the clothes, his rain jacket, etc. etc. I was exhausted -- and feeling quite ill myself.
So the next day, I kept S4 home and took a sick day. By noon S4 was feeling like eating and was able to keep everything down. It was apparently one of those 24-hour stomach viruses -- he must have picked that up at the hourly daycare place that the MIL asked me to drop him off at on Monday while she went to her doctor's appointment. (Gee, thanks, MIL.)
But today he seems a-okay. Thank goodness.
xW took the opportunity again yesterday to try to micromanage my care of S4 with him being sick. Such a control-freak she is. I managed to calmly rebuff her, letting her know I had matters well in hand.
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I am really beginning to think the worst in the situation with S8's (second grade) teacher. Maybe my still raw wounds of betrayal are making me overly wary than necessary, but both of my requests to seek a meeting with S8's teacher have gone unanswered. I am suspecting that my exW may be trying to win her over to support her case against me. I would hope that such a move on exW's part would backfire, but I cannot be certain of that.
Perhaps I am being paranoid. But then I was physically present and witnessed first-hand when exW shed her crocodile-tears and told S8's first grade teacher that his misconduct and poor behaviors were due to my behaviors and how I supposedly mistreated exW. I recall that vividly -- and so I realize that there really is justifiable cause for concern that exW has been trying to co-opt the support of S8's teachers.
I have since written a letter to the school counselor, asking for a meeting as well. It has been a week since I sent that via email, and the silence is beginning to bother me.
I hope this merely means they are choosing to stay out of this legal battle, which is understandable and fine by me, but I would think I would get some kind of response.
