So here I was finally thinking we had gotten rid of it. IT. You know… THE PLAGUE that has been infesting my house and family since it struck Shea last Wednesday night. This stomach virus is a real SON OF A BITCH let me tell you. Why? First because the kids get it way worse than the adults. And because with the kids….it’s sneaky. How is it sneaky?
It makes you think it’s gone. Like Shea was fine all day Thurs – all nite and all day Friday. Friday night? Chunks at 3am. Again Saturday afternoon.
As a parent you feel very WHAT THE FRIGGITY FAAAAARK????
Except then the next morning…one of you gets it. Saturday I was in bed all friggin day wanting to die. Crazy stomach pain. Throwing up. Diarrhea… OHHHHH yeah. Lovely.
Sunday I am betterish. Monday even moreso. Monday at 4pm I get a text from Dan. “I feel like I’m going to puke any minute.” He’s home shortly after and has the stomach pain, diarrea and pukes. Oh my!
Meanwhile my puke-phobia is at an alltime HIGH and my chest hurts. I’m watching Liam like he’s a ticking timebomb. When is he gonna blow? He looks fine…. happy…hungry… (by the way between Lent abstinence and the stomach flu I have lost 10 lbs! Woohoo for epic suffering and sacrifice!)
Shea by now is fine again and keeping everything down. We figure Liam was spared and go to a big playdate Tuesday afternoon. Boys have a blast.
Wed morning Liam throws up on his pillow.
Are you EFFING KIDDING ME WITH THIS, LORD?
So Liam lays in my bed all day Wednesday watching Noggin and Sprout. He doesn’t throw up and he has a couple big bowel movements. He has 4 mini pancakes for dinner and at bedtime is crying because his stomach hurts. ARGH!
The poor imp is able to sleep through the night and wakes up happy. No appetite but more energy. We have lots of time with playdoh and tv and coloring. He goes to bed ok.
Last nite Shea was up several times and just kept crying. He didn’t get sick so I have no idea if this is related… he didn’t have much of an appetite this morning. But maybe that’s because…
at 6:30am Liam runs into our room crying. “My whole body feels like it’s going to spit up!” Then he did. All over my carpet.
I have scrubbed and cleaned and washed and sanitized. I have washed more linens in the past week than I probably have all of 2009 thus far. We have gone through bottles of pedialyte, gatorade, and a box of mini pancakes. I just want it to END.
END ALREADY FOR THE LOVE OF MY SANITY! This puke phobe has gone over her limit by at least 2x. I need a break and some happy smiley boys again. Whom I’m not afraid to feed.
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