Monday, December 13, 2010

This Entry is about Vomit and Poop

Warning - if you have a week stomach it is probably best to stop here.

Our weekend started off great, I had my work Christmas party on Friday afternoon, and then Leah and I went out to dinner with my family. My aunt was in town from Florida, so there was a big group of us. Scott stayed home with the boys. I was in great spirits. Leah had thrown up at my moms earlier that day, but I figured it was probably just a sour stomach, no big deal. Boy was I wrong.

I got home around 8, Joey and Tyler were just getting ready for bed. Everyone got tucked in and Scott and I ordered up Twilight - Eclipse on pay per view, which I will say is one of the dumbest movies ever. Anyway, it was nice to lay on the couch, relax, and then with about 20 minutes left in the movie, Ty starts whaling. Scott goes back to get him and shouts from the bedroom, Tara - I need help.

Tyler was covered in vomit, he was screaming crying. The crib was a mess. Scott starts taking the sheets off the crib, I start cleaning him up and bam, he throws up again, all over me. He is so upset, he wants to snuggle, so I stay on the couch with him, every 30 minutes he throws up - then around 2 in the morning, the diarrhea starts. The foulest smelling diapers I have ever had the pleasure to change. This all continues on through the night. By 4 o'clock I have changed my clothes no less than 4 times. Somewhere in there Leah wakes up and needs a bottle. It was mass chaos, covered in vomit.

The next morning starts out fine. Ty is drinking water and eating saltines. But, I leave him home with Scott and take Leah and Joey over to my parents house for breakfast. When I return home Ty is napping. We feed Joey lunch and then put him down. I clean up the house some more. Four o’clock rolls around, the kids get up. Scott puts a ham in the oven. This is when I start to feel it. The fever, the chills, the achiness. I new something was wrong. I drag myself to the couch. I get myself to the table for dinner, but can't eat. Around seven thirty, I put myself to bed. At around 1:30, a wake and run to the bathroom. Vomit. Painful, I vomited like I haven't since college after one too many shots of tequila.

Sunday morning, Ty sleeps in, Scott goes to check on him around 8 only to find him and his crib once again covered in vomit. Ty is clearly under the weather and he and I spend the better part of the morning lying in my bed. After a while, we get up, head out to the living room and set up camp on the couch. Scott has been such a trooper. He makes lunch for the boys, launders endless puke covered cribs sheets and blanket. The house is a bit of a mess, but I can hardly fault him. When the boys go down for naps, I do too. I wake up, house smells great. My husband has made a soup using the left over ham, and various veggies and broth he found in the fridge. I am very impressed. We all sit down for a soup dinner, I am finally well enough to eat a little. At about 8 o’clock, Scott puts Ty down for bed, and announces that he is going out to watch football. I can't argue, he's been a saint and deserves some time out. I get Joey and Leah to bed and promptly pass out myself.

I woke up this morning feeling fine. There was no puke in Tyler's crib. I think we are over whatever it was that hit our house. But, wow, that was the worst little stomach bug I have ever been in contact with.

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