(Draft written on Aug. 2, 9 a.m.-ish at the hospital)
Not many days ago, I was thinking whether I have a tendency of being a Münchausen mom. Ever since I watched a documentary about Münchausen moms on Discovery Channel pre-Raviv, I have always thought about them. See, Münchausen moms are moms who have Münchausen Syndrome by Proxy–these are moms who deliberately make their children sick because they love the attention they get when people fuss over them and feel sorry for them.
Right now I’m with Raviv at the hospital. He has gastroentiritis and is a victim of food poisoning. What and who are the culprits? It was the tuna in the spaghetti I put and made him eat.
In short, I’m the culprit. Am I a Münchausen mom?!?
Yesterday (Friday), I did not go to the office because I was avoiding someone. To make myself productive and to be able to serve merienda to my guests (and for me to feel a modicum of domestication in my blood), I decided to cook.
First thing I cooked was spaghetti. After cooking the pasta and sauce, I baked them together. But since my container was small, there were some leftover pasta and sauce that did not fit into the container I put inside the oven. I decided to call Raviv, who was then playing in our lawn, to eat what I was not able to bake. Since not much meat was in the sauce, I poured our leftover sautéed tuna (which I found stored in the oven) into my spaghetti. While waiting for Raviv, I tasted my spaghetti with tuna and ate some of it. When Raviv came, he ravaged my spaghetti. Then I moved on to cooking mini-burgers and revel bars.
Almost right after I was done cooking, my blogger friend, Architect Ging Domingo-Santos, arrived. With her were her husband, 3-year old daughter Allie, and foreman. Ging was actually at our home because we plan to renovate our abode, and we hope she be our architect/interior decorator. While we adults were discussing our plans for our home over dinner, Raviv and Allie were having the time of their lives sword fighting, “swimming” through Raviv’s toys, “reading” books, and finally, watching “Frozen” while eating mini-hamburgers.
Yaya Gigi said that the two bagets had huge appetites, and almost finished the mini-burgers I gave them.
Afterwards, a sad Raviv sent Allie to her parents to go home.
Randy: Hay, bakit ngayon pa nangyari ito? Kung kelan pa Friday at may klase tayo bukas…I: Onga e. Babe ganito na lang, ‘pag ni-confine si Raviv, ikaw ang uuwi ako na lang magbabantay. Kasi out of town ka bukas tapos maaga pa byahe mo. E ako UPCAT Refresher lang sa LB.Randy: O sige. Tawagan ko si Irvin para itanong kung pwedeng sa hapon ka pa magturo.
Randy: Hala! Ikaw rin?!? E di ‘yung niluto mo ‘yan?
Since I refused to believe it, I told Randy that I did not think so, because my tummy was not really aching–I may have felt queasy because of the stench of Raviv’s vomit. (Which, I also felt bad about because what kind of mom would feel queasy just because of her own baby’s vomit, right?).
But still, I found the latter explanation better because the former meant that Ging and company–who were on the road–might also be vomiting now!!! Having an uncanny imagination for everything tragic, I began picturing the driver driving off the cliff or crashing on to a concrete because the driving was also having spasms vomiting!!! I could not live with that thought! So I told myself that I was only vomiting because of the stench and the thought of being cooped in the hospital I hated.
But try as I may, I felt my insides starting to churn and turn. And before you could say, “Münchausen”, I was already in the ER toilet, and vomiting like Raviv. Fart! I had Randy call a driver to fetch me. Randy understood. And good thing I left, because at our gate, I had to open our van’s door and vomited like crazy. It went on and on even when I was already in bed. Suka kung suka, sukang wagas! The propulsion was so strong that I even peed in my jammies involuntarily. But I was in so much pain that I never minded that embarrassing incident.
UPDATE: Raviv was discharged from the hospital yesterday (Sunday) afternoon while I was being professional and teaching excellently (hehe) in our UPCAT Refresher in Sta. Rosa City. Raviv is now back to his usual malikot and madaldal self (to which I say, “Thank God” and “Oh God” at once). I also braved asking Ging whether any one in their party got sick (my original plan was to make them think they got food poisoned by something else and pretend as though we were all okay in case they got sick, hehe. But of course I couldn’t do that), and thank God they were all OK. Randy and I would like to thank everyone who offered prayers and expressed concern for Raviv. We appreciate each of your comments and private messages. Apologies, too for not being able to reply. You know how crazy our weekends are, plus that. But again, THANK YOU!!!
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