Another One Bites the Dust

Oh gosh. I wrote about this horrible stomach virus Izzie has last night. She is on the back end of it now. She only vomited two or three times Friday. I didn't think I would ever be happy about my child only vomiting two or three times, but I am! Compared to twenty times the first night, we will take two or three any day!

I cleaned the house like a crazy lady Thursday afternoon, especially the main living areas of our house: the kitchen, the living room, our bathroom and some of the bedroom, and guest bathroom (which was used as the vomit cleaning station). I had already changed our sheets plenty of times already. I need to do it again today though, if I have the energy.

Well, Fridays I usually sleep in a little or take an afternoon nap because I work nights as a nurse on Friday and Sunday. That didn't go so well. Todd had been up most of the night in the bathroom then started vomiting later that morning. Instead of coming to get me, he called my mom to come pick up the only child still well, Garrett. Izzie was in bed with me napping. She has slept so much, since becoming sick! I woke up right after she came, because I heard all sorts of commotion (the dog, doors opening and closing, Garrett screaming). She had already left. I sent Todd to the spare room, where I had been making him stay anyways. I put on my nurse's cap (just kidding I really don't have one haha) and found some zofran/phenergan and started giving him medicine, etc. I called my mom to check on Garrett. She said she would be home in a little bit.

Well, she came back sooner than expected, because Garrett started projectile vomiting. My poor baby. He vomited two more times after she left. If you haven't ever seen an 18 month old vomit, it's the saddest thing. They don't even know what to do or what's going on with their poor little bodies. With the Ped's permission, I got some zofran in him.

I had to call out tonight. There was no way I was abandoning this sinking ship, although I did think about it. I'm the only one left standing. I'm in bed with Izzie and our lovely "puke bowl" (every parent should invest in one of these). I have the monitor on the loudest I can get it. I was going to let Garrett sleep with us, but it wasn't working out. I am just waiting for the sound to come from the monitor and I'll be running. Todd is all alone in the spare bedroom, which I believe he is very thankful for.

Please, say a prayer for my kids and Todd to get better quickly! I'm talking like tomorrow! Also, I've been feeling nauseous since this whole thing started. Cleaning poo and vomit doesn't help. Did I mention that I got poo'ed on by Izzie the first night?? Oh yes, it's true. Anyways, I'm starting to feel worse. I'm trying to breathe deep and get through it. I'm fighting it as I write. Telling myself that I am NOT sick! I have to take care of everyone else, I don't have time. There is no one else to help. Think about it, who wants to come into this germ infested house to help wipe little hinies and clean puke that is highly contagious? I can tell you right now, no one.

So, say a prayer. Thanks :)