I had the tiniest inkling that Delaney wasn't right last night. At supper, she quickly handed back her plate full of food and wanted down. She didn't eat anything - well, maybe a couple of spoonfuls of applesauce. She seemed happy, though.
Of course, this was THE ONE NIGHT that she and Cambry had to come along to drop off Caiden at his piano lessons because Chelan was busy. As soon as we pulled into his piano teacher's driveway, it all came up! Vomit all over her coat, the carseat, and the van floor. Oddly, I was so overjoyed that it didn't happen in the middle of the night, I didn't mind that there was going to be a huge mess to clean up! Delaney did not make a sound before, during, or after the incident. She just sat there, shocked, I imagine! (Unfortunately, she continued to throw up until 1 a.m.)
We hightailed it home. I tried calling Chelan 5 times before I realized this was THE ONE NIGHT he didn't have his phone with him. Luckily, his mom answered hers and they went to pick up Caiden.
We've had a long week - Chelan and I were semi-sick on Sunday and Monday. Cambry came down with it on Tuesday, and Delaney, of course, had her bout last night. Poor Cambry did not handle this well (her bout lasted most of the night). The last time she had this was about 3 years ago. I had to teach her how to "throw up" because she didn't remember. At one point, I encouraged her to close her eyes and try to rest. To which she replied, "It's no use!" I smiled when she said that because, well, she was right. Nothing helps when you're right in the middle of it.
I have been doing laundry for 3 days straight!
I have used dozens of Clorox wipes!
I have cleaned the bathtub at least 3 times!
I have washed my hands 100 times, I'm sure!
I have not slept - much.
I'm tired. Why does the stomach flu insist on beginning when everyone is ready for bed, or worse, in the middle of the night? We have at least 12-14 active hours during the day, surely it could come during those!
Thank goodness parenting is not always this difficult. And, thank goodness for an awesome husband who is right there with me comforting and/or cleaning up! I could never get through these weeks alone.
The good news? Cambry and Delaney are doing much better. The bad news? Caiden hasn't had it yet!
Here's to better days next week!
Of course, this was THE ONE NIGHT that she and Cambry had to come along to drop off Caiden at his piano lessons because Chelan was busy. As soon as we pulled into his piano teacher's driveway, it all came up! Vomit all over her coat, the carseat, and the van floor. Oddly, I was so overjoyed that it didn't happen in the middle of the night, I didn't mind that there was going to be a huge mess to clean up! Delaney did not make a sound before, during, or after the incident. She just sat there, shocked, I imagine! (Unfortunately, she continued to throw up until 1 a.m.)
We hightailed it home. I tried calling Chelan 5 times before I realized this was THE ONE NIGHT he didn't have his phone with him. Luckily, his mom answered hers and they went to pick up Caiden.
We've had a long week - Chelan and I were semi-sick on Sunday and Monday. Cambry came down with it on Tuesday, and Delaney, of course, had her bout last night. Poor Cambry did not handle this well (her bout lasted most of the night). The last time she had this was about 3 years ago. I had to teach her how to "throw up" because she didn't remember. At one point, I encouraged her to close her eyes and try to rest. To which she replied, "It's no use!" I smiled when she said that because, well, she was right. Nothing helps when you're right in the middle of it.
I have been doing laundry for 3 days straight!
I have used dozens of Clorox wipes!
I have cleaned the bathtub at least 3 times!
I have washed my hands 100 times, I'm sure!
I have not slept - much.
I'm tired. Why does the stomach flu insist on beginning when everyone is ready for bed, or worse, in the middle of the night? We have at least 12-14 active hours during the day, surely it could come during those!
Thank goodness parenting is not always this difficult. And, thank goodness for an awesome husband who is right there with me comforting and/or cleaning up! I could never get through these weeks alone.
The good news? Cambry and Delaney are doing much better. The bad news? Caiden hasn't had it yet!
Here's to better days next week!
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