Last week our family experienced a whole new level of sick and my worst fears since even before I became a mom were realized. We got the stomach flu. But the good news is we lived to tell about it. Last Wednesday Pierce woke up early from his nap and was crying pretty hard. I finally got him calmed down and gave him milk and a snack. I am usually forcing him to eat things, so that afternoon wasn't an exception for his snack. Poor baby. Two hours later he had thrown everything up all over the living room. I was actually taking a purposeful break away to see if they would play better without me in the room. (This is sometimes a true thing.) I heard Blaine kind of giggle and I just knew something was weird. I walked in the room just in time to see Pierce vomit a second time. He looked so helpless and confused and he was crying. It was horrible. I semi panicked because I knew I needed to get Blaine away and clean Pierce up, but I didn't want to leave Pierce alone in case he was still getting sick. I put Blaine in the pack 'n play and called BJ and begged him to come home which he had readily volunteered to. That man is a saint! I was able to bathe Pierce and hold him while we all watched the iPad. By Friday, I had it and by Monday BJ did. It hit me pretty hard as well.
I was in bed for 3ish days straight with constant bathroom trips for the back end. I could hardly keep anything in. Sadly our family plans for my birthday were ruined and I asked to not even acknowledge it that day. Whoo, that was a dark day! I've been sick with maybe a sinus infection while taking care of sick kids, but this was a whole different level. I was so exhausted and weak and the thought of getting up to care for someone else was almost more than I could bare. I also decided that the stomach flu is like mental torture as well. You're always waiting for the next vomit episode like the nerve-wracking upside of a roller coaster. Every night we weren't sure if we would wake up to change vomit sheets. I think that happened twice with poor Piercey. And we prayed fervently that Blaine would be spared. With each day that passed I grew slightly more hopeful, but also more nervous because how could he possibly dodge this? But, praise the Lord, he did! That felt like about the only silver lining of the whole thing. I'll never forget that Sunday night watching the Super Bowl on our respective couches and both feeling completely nauseated and exhausted. We lamented over the fact that we hadn't finished our will and brainstormed the idea of Blaine caring for the 3 of us the next day. It was horrible. The walls were closing in on us and yet I could barely get up from my back. Thankfully BJ bounced back quickly (although he cancelled his Monday trip to Denver) and Blaine was a little angel baby. He's been in a stellar mood lately. We were pretty much normal by the following Wednesday, but we are still working on putting weight back on Pierce. It was a looooong week that I pray we don't experience ever again. Too unrealistic?
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