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Gagging While Hopping On One Foot

February 23, 2010

Well, it’s been sort of rough going around here for the last couple of days.  My six-year-old started throwing up at about 10:00 Saturday night.  All night he threw up.  God love him.  He was so weak and my fantastic husband ended up sleeping with him and taking care of him.  I always tease my husband about how much he likes a puking kid.  I swear, when I see it coming, I’m stepping back.  It seems the only logical option, but not Wayne.  The man dives right in.  More often than not, he ends up covered with it.  I stand back and wonder if he’s insane.

He may have changed his mind about this whole concept after last night.  At about 10:00 Monday night, he started feeling pretty poorly.  And by 11:00, even with a dose of Phenergan, he was in the middle of a full on virus. He had chills, and threw up about every other minute.  But, being the really sweet husband that he is, he slept on the couch and didn’t use our bathroom for all of this nasty business. 

By the middle of the night, he was doubting whether he’d make it until morning.  He was cold and on the long walk back from the bathroom, ended up having to lay down and just sleep on the floor.  He said he was too weak to make it back to the couch.  It’s a pitiful visual, really.  Hopefully, one I won’t have to repeat tonight, or ever. 

Around 3:00 am, he was shouting for help.  I came to the rescue with blankets and water and then hurried back to bed.  6:15 comes early and the kids had to go to school.  We’re not messing up our April vacay over a stomach virus.

Along about 4:00, in comes our four-year old.  He crawled into bed with me and told me his tummy hurt.  3.9 seconds later, he’d thrown up all over my bed, electric blanket and comforter.  Good times.  I’m giving instructions, steadily, “Run, run, run, to the bathroom.”  As I get out of bed and make it around to his side, he’s puked all over the floor.  And I stepped in it, trying to escort him to the nearest toilet.  So, I’m trying to guide him, while gagging and hopping on one foot. 

A good time was had by all, I can assure you. 

So, during the course of the night, there was lots of laundry, lots of just plain nastiness, and lots of praying that this madness would end!

It’s down to me and my 11-year-old.  I’m wondering if we’re going to be able to escape this miserable virus.  Stay tuned for the exciting outcome…..

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