About That....

If you're friends with me on facebook, you got the puke play by play.  Just as I thought we were out of the woods last week, Christian started throwing up Wednesday night.  Throughout the night and into the morning, and afternoon, for a total of 8 times.  But lets backtrack a moment, I started feeling gross in the wee hours of Thursday.  I'm pretty sure I was having anxiety over impending puking doom and it seemed to give way late morning, then the nausea returned and it would not be denied.  I was puking by 1:40 in the afternoon.  Isabelle came and rubbed my back and said " it's ok mommy."  And " why is it green???? why is it green??"  Thankfully a little before while sitting on the bathroom floor I had called Mitch and asked him to come home and he was on his way at that point.  It was an achey body virus and 4 hours later I was in the bathroom doing double duty on the toilet and utitlizing the trashcan if you catch my drift...Mitch takes care of everyone when we gets home.  Then, everyone gets in bed, Christian's last puke of the day was in the evening (suppertime) from chugging too much 7 up.  10:10 pm it starts to spread like wildfire and Mitch starts in on forceful pukeage.  He is up 2 more times after that.  I try not to listen because I don't want to puke again myself.  Ugh.  Mitch is out of commission, way out.  2:30 am. Baby cries, oh no, please no.  I get up still nauseous and trying to keep it together, the room smells like vomit.  Poor baby is sick too and I have no choice but to give her a bath, taking deep breaths to contain the nausea.  Against all that is good and right, I leave her puke bed, just the way it is.  I make her a bed on our floor, I sit and nurse her on the floor for a few minutes then lay her down, she finds her thumb and goes to sleep like the great baby that she is.  She threw up only once, thank you Lord for that!  7am the next morning, Linda is on her way!!  What an amazing help she was taking care of the older two and us and cleaning up laundry etc, she spent the night and went back home Saturday.  Sunday afternoon it hits her, poor Linda, talk about self sacrifice!! 

So fast forward a week later, and we are all FINALLY better.  It took me all week to recover from the dizzying exhaustion, which happens when you have to get up with a baby in the night that's having diarrhea diapers and needing to nurse.  These are the parenting trenches that only other parents can understand.  Sickness sucks indeed, then imagine having to take care of kids... in the night... cleaning up puke, while about to puke yourself.  That's what I'm talking about, good stuff.  Maybe someday I can help my own kids when the puke plague invades their house the way God sent Grandma Linda to help us.  So thankful for the ways He still provides.  The End.