I’m warning you now – there will be vomit in this post. If you don’t want to know about it, quit reading now. Because I’m a mom and this is my blog and I’ll whine if I want to, whine if I want to, whine if I want to…
That’s right – I’ve got ANOTHER sick kid. It started Sunday night sometime between 10pm and 11pm. I don’t remember exactly, but I do remember a shrill scream coming from upstairs and then Elijah thundering down the stairs like a heard of elephants saying, “Seth just threw up.”
I stayed right where I was as Chip got out of his chair to go find out. Because I don’t *do* vomit. It’s just not something that I’m cut out for. Especially when it happens like this. Apparently he erupted in his room. Oh. Dear. Lord. And I was content to just stay out of it until I heard my name being called and Seth screaming for his momma. Because nothing melts my hearts more than that “I need my momma!” cry. I’m not made of stone, ya know?
So, I went over to the steps to find a screaming Seth coming down the stairs. The picture wasn’t pretty and the smell was even worse. I convinced him to take off his own clothes, convinced him to climb in the tub and then took the shower sprayer and hosed him off much like I imagine the zookeepers hose down the elephants.
Later that night, after HOURS of my husband tossing and turning because he’s sick too (he went to the dr today – or yesterday – and he’s most likely got strep). I got up to assess the damage – fully intending to wake him up if I needed to. Kait beat me to the punch though. She was already in the bathroom with a screaming Seth who was holding his hands out as his sister helped him to the sink. Moments like that make me melt. Thankfully, he managed to not get ANY on him and ran and threw up in the bathroom garbage! What a smart little 2 year old! Especially since none of us taught him that.
We got him back in bed and he went to Chip’s parents house the next day while we did our erranding. I really thought he’d had some bad soy milk for dinner. It was dangerously close to it’s expiration date, so I had dumped what was left down the sink.
Especially since no one else was sick at all on Monday. Tuesday was rather uneventful too. Wednesday started early for us when Kait was up throwing up at 6:30. Daddy got up with her because not only do I not *do* vomit, I also don’t *do* 6:30am. She showered and went back to bed. Thankfully she’s 8, so she managed to hit the toilet with her mess. Unfortunately she got it in her hair.
Today was a bummer of a day. Chip ran to the doctor almost as soon as he was out of bed. They said, be here in an hour and he was. They didn’t do the test for strep, but gave him antibiotics. The doctor thought it might be mono – sooo thankful that it’s not! And we got his results back from his MRI. He has arthritis (we see a specialist about that on April 11th), inflammation in the bursa sac (which is just bursitis, right?) and a possible slight tear in the muscle in his arm. So frustrated it too us this long to find that out!
Kait spent the rest of the day on the couch. About dinnertime, Noah started complaining about not feeling too good. But he still wanted to play outside. He’s a bit of a complainer, so we just figured maybe he was tired and not getting sick? I mean, I can be hopeful if nothing else, right?
Shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up. Because Mt. Noah erupted right about 12:15am. Thankfully I was still up. I heard the scream, I heard the run for the bathroom and as I walked in, I walked out just as quickly to get Chip up. I went in to check his bedroom and YUCK! I somehow managed to roll his sheets into a ball and made Chip carry them to the basement. I made Elijah get anything else that had anything that resembled vomit to the basement. Chip put Noah in the tub while I threw his eggcarton mattress topper OUT THE DOOR! It was just GROSS!!! With most of it cleaned up, I sent Chip back to bed. I helped Noah finish his shower (and I know he was really, really sick because he’s getting to that age where I’m soooo *not* allowed to be in the bathroom when he’s in the shower anymore) and now I’m WIDE awake. At 12:52am. And wondering who in our family will be next…