Remember the other day when I wrote about trying to keep the fam healthy for the holidays? Yeah, well. For some reason I was thinking coughs, colds, strep throat, oh my! I was not thinking about vomit. It hadn’t occurred to me that we might be swimming in it sometime during this cold & flu/holiday season.
So of course that’s what came to visit us, because I was not expecting it at all. It started last Tuesday night when Joshua was complaining of a headache. I took his temperature and lo and behold, it was 101.4! So I declared that he was not going to school the next day and put him to bed. When he woke up still feverish the next morning and puked a couple times, I was pretty nervous. But throughout the day, he actually improved. His fever responded to ibuprofen, and he didn’t vomit anymore. He was still peaked, but he ate a couple popsicles. When Sophie got home from school, they played really nicely together. She was rather happy to have her big brother home. Then he started feeling bad again, as it got later, and I wasn’t sure whether he’d be well enough to go to school Thursday or not. We put both big kids to bed in the hopes that he would wake up all better.
And THEN Sophie woke up and vomited alllll over her bedroom at about 11:15. I got her undressed and threw her in the bathtub while Bobby went to work on her bedroom. Let me tell you that one of the pleasures of having a daughter with long, glorious hair is scrubbing puke out of it in the middle of the night. Oh, did I say pleasures? Because I meant HORRORS!! Ick. Poor Soph had a rough night and also a rough early morning. She was quite a bit sicker than Joshua had been. He still had a fever in the morning, though, so I kept them both home. At about 3:30 in the afternoon, an exhausted and sick Sophie girl fell asleep on the couch. She slept for almost three hours!
Joshua was doing ok, but he started feeling bad again as night fell and his fever went back up to 101.4. So, I kept him home Friday too. Friday – day 3 with two sick big kids! But Friday wasn’t too bad – they were definitely recovering. Less TV and more playing, and they both ate peanut butter toast instead of just popsicles. By Saturday morning, they were both back to normal. Joshua’s energy was through the ROOF! You could tell he hadn’t been out in a few days.
So, Saturday was good. Saturday we were all gloriously healthy. All seemed right again.
Until I woke up at 3:30 Sunday morning to feed the baby, and had to throw, I mean, quickly place him back in his crib to avoid throwing up all over him.
Oh, I was sick. SO, SO sick. I can’t remember the last time I was that sick! I threw up a million more times that the kids did combined. All day Sunday, I laid in bed because I couldn’t sit up with having to throw up. It. Was. Baaaad. Bobby took care of the kids, took them to a birthday party, brought me whatever I needed – he was great. I couldn’t even sit up to nurse Jonah, I had to nurse him lying down. I don’t know what I would have done had this occurred on a week day!
So – we’ve had our holiday sickness! Please germs and cooties, stay away from us at least until after Christmas, we’ve paid our dues and sacrificed to the porcelain god.
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P.S. I totally stole the term “Apukealypse” from my pal Dawn.
