Knee Deep in it

I'm alive. I swear I am.  This past week Lily, Sophia, my husband, and myself were all sick. It usually happens that when crunch time comes (in the form of homework, work, or any other obligation) my children get sick without exception. Luckily, Richie made it through sick week unscathed.

It was pretty bad. I think Wednesday night is when Lily woke up vomiting- literally in her sleep. I freak out a little about this because I'm neurotic about the kids aspirating (Richie aspirated on some phlegm from his reflux at four months old and landed in the hospital for a week because he stopped breathing). I moved her to our bed where she proceeded to vomit, in her sleep, every hour on the hour. I think I went through every towel and blanket in our house in just 24 hours. You know you're a loving parent when you open out your arms to catch vomit without any hesitation what-so-ever. I took her to the doctor on Thursday morning, where she told me very calmly in the cutest sick voice ever, "I'm not sick, Mommy. I'm all better."  Sure, and I'm Suzie Homemaker. I can't blame her for not wanting to go to the doctor. Last time I took her to the doctor because she was vomiting, she had a great week long stay at the hospital, where they tortured her with a straight jacket to insert and IV and woke her up at 5:00AM daily to take blood, or insert medication into her IV or some other awful thing for a two-year-old to deal with.

The doctor visit wasn't that bad this time. We were sent home with Gatorade only instructions and to call daily to check in on her status. Sophia threw up a few times. Fantastic. Then we had to pick Richie up from school. At this point, I'm starting to feel nauseated, too. The sick family got Richie and we headed home. Lily of course took her shoes off in the car so she would need to be carried in. I think this is where I reached my limit. On the way back to the car to get the other kids, I stopped and vomited a few times right in my front lawn neighbors be damned. Richie then requests I carry him inside- NO WAY mister. I explained I wasn't feeling well and he acquiesced. Richard was luckily able to get home at around 2:00PM from work and grant me some much needed nap time with Lily.  I was better in a day. In a day, Richard was now sick, too. Fantastic!

After 2 1/2 days vomit free, I figured Lily was done with her ailment and ready to start eating some food again. WRONG. Finally she was feeling better Monday afternoon.

This brings us to, Wednesday- that's today, right?  We're all alive and feeling better and I can get back to blogging, hooray! Only now I'm knee deep in everything else I couldn't get done throughout the week.