So, remember how I was supposed to go out of town this weekend? Well, while I know Satan is the source of our sickness, I know God knows the right plans for us. I was supposed to stay home….I just have to laugh. Well, I wasn’t laughing at ALL last night, but today, I just have to laugh. I mean, Wednesday, I write about my rough day and on the same day write about a wonderful emotional experience at Church. Then – BAM!
At breakfast yesterday morning SB stopped eating suddenly and said is tummy hurt and “can i go play with my trucks now”? He told me one other time that his tummy hurt when I asked him about finishing his breakfast – we’ve been through this go to school hungry bit before. I didn’t argue. I asked if he needed to stay home and he said he wanted to go to school. I told his teacher that if he said his tummy hurt to call me and I’d come get him. You just never know, right?
Now, I wasn’t feeling 100% either but didn’t really think about it. I was getting Starlet dressed to go shopping when I got the call. SB had thrown up at school. I think I ran to my car. The thought of my poor baby throwing up with anyone besides his mommy had me so sad. I got there and didn’t even take Starlet out…they were all right there. Apparently, he mentioned that his tummy hurt, they sent him to get his temp taken and it was fine. When he got back to class he started saying, “I want my mommy” ((insert my heart breaking here)) at that point they were walking up to call me when he threw up. 
When I saw him I could tell this wasn’t good. The assistant director (who cleaned up after him bless her heart) said she thought it was a fluke and just a bunch of drainage…I wasn’t buying. We got home put him on the couch, laid hands on him, gave him a cracker, and a sip of water. I knew that this would be the tell. If he threw up within ten minutes we should brace ourselves. Within 5, it all came back. GREAT.
Meanwhile, I’m trying to figure out what to do with Starlet. I can’t send her to my parents as my mom is still ill. My mother-in-law was really busy and is slated to leave town tomorrow so I couldn’t really risk her getting sick. Plus, she brought up the excellent point that Star was already exposed as it was. Right. So, I spent the afternoon, keeping Starlet busy behind the couches and running in front to catch the vomit.
Knowing that I hadn’t been feeling right and now seeing that SB clearly had a bug and knowing that I has slept with SB the night before, I stopped eating. Well, I shouldn’t say stopped because since I hadn’t felt well all I had had was a scone. Best decision ever.
My dad made two runs over with various supplies. Gatorade, bananas, saltines, clorox wipes (can you believe I’m out) and lysol. While he was here around 4, I begged him just to hold Starlet and love on her a bit. I had been avoiding holding her and making too much contact since I knew I didn’t feel well. I also had been giving both of us large doses of Collodial Silver about every 30 min.
Then it started. My stomach gurgled and I could tell this was it. I wanted to beg my daddy to stay but I knew he needed to go. I couldn’t risk him getting sick and esp him carrying anything home to my mom. I seriously felt like crying as he walked out the door.
The next few hours are a total blur. I remember that I did things but I hardly remember them. I fed Starlet with my bucket, I bathed her, dried her hair, and then she started crying–a lot. There was nothing I could do. I knew she was crying because she wanted me but I just couldn’t give her that love. I didn’t want her to get sick!
At 6:15 (maybe a bit sooner) I made her bottle and put her in bed. This is slightly earlier than normal but I couldn’t do it anymore. She cried. Hard. I ran to the bathroom and as soon as I was done SB comes up behind me saying he’s thirsty. I just cried. I could hear the baby crying, I wanted to sit by the potty, and SB needed and drink and I had to give it to him. I had to press on.
I made a pallet on the floor with buckets, sanitizer, lysol and a bottle of water. We slept on the floor. I say “slept” but I’m not sure I did at all. SB – out like a LIGHT!
5:45 SB wakes up, “Mom, I feel ALL better, can I please have a drink I’m so thirsty?” Bless his heart. We walk through the living room on the way to the kitchen and he says, “wow, mom, we were realllllly messy yesterday.” I had to laugh. Since SB wouldn’t go back to sleep, we took that time to wipe every toy down, bathe, clean the bathrooms and all the linens — all before Starlet woke up. By 11, SB was running LAPS around the house, you would have no idea that this child was sick less than 24 ours ago. Children are so resilient. Starlet has shown no signs of being ill.
And me, well, I’m just happy I survived. I feel better but not 100% I think I just need good sleep tonight. Last night, I knew I’d make it but I felt like the worst mom ever. I couldn’t believe that it was happening and I was all alone. UGH. I’m pretty sure I can conquer anything alone about now. 
I have also found out that six of our friends also got the bug around the same 24 hr period. BOO!
So, officially, SB has had 4 stomach bugs in his 4 years of life. 9 mo, 2 yr, 3 yr….2009 was our only non-stomach bug year. I have caught all but one of them.
(Sorry if you feel I shared to much, remember this is my journal.)
