What an ominous sounding title, right? Well, after what we’ve been through it seems fitting.
It struck right after the holidays. First Dorian and Brad got sick – the typical “sick” – fever, loss of appetite and lots of snots.
Then Deuce got it in the form of a rash.
Then Talia got it in the form of an ear infection.
Now, I don’t know about you but when I was coming up a cold was just a cold. It didn’t mutate and manifest as different illnesses in different people. What’s up with that? Thank GOD it passed me by. Or so I thought.
Of course after everyone else started feeling better I came down with it, and boy did it kick my butt. And of course as I started coming out of it (several days later), the boys started sniffling again…Long story short we passed this dreaded virus among ourselves for more than three weeks. It was miserable. But it gets better.
After we all recuperated I took the kids to a birthday party that one of my friends hosted for her son Benjamin. Things were going well; the boys played with Ben while Talia enjoyed being cooed at by the adults. Then Ben vomited. A lot. I didn’t think much of it; after all, it was his birthday party and he’d had a crap ton of pizza, juice, cake, ice cream, gummy bears…Poor kid probably had sugar overload, right? WRONG. His dad casually told me that he’d been vomiting all day.
It’s at that point that any parent worth their weight in salt would politely excuse themselves, collect their children and SANITIZE THE CRAP OUT OF THEM while escorting them to the car. Then, upon returning home, proceed to SANITIZE THEM AGAIN and stuff them chock full of vitamin C, or perform any home remedy ritual that’s proven effective to ward off evil germy spirits. I did just that, after I helped calm and clean the birthday boy.
So the party was on a Saturday. I watched the kids like a hawk on Sunday for any sign of sickness – none. ‘Cool,‘ I thought. ‘We dodged this one!‘ Then, early Monday morning Deuce woke up vomiting. Greaaaaat. So I cleaned him up and got him back to bed with one hour of quiet time remaining before I had to get our day started. As I laid down I realized I didn’t feel too good either, but I brushed it off thinking that I was just psyched out by all the vomit I’d just seen/cleaned. Something told me to get up, and I’m glad I did because as soon as I got to my feet I was barreling toward the bathroom. DAMNIT!
Later that day Brad woke up vomiting also. I prayed and prayed that Talia wouldn’t get sick too and thank God she didn’t. Dorian dodged it as well, but only because he opted to stay home and skip the party. For the entire Monday the boys stuck close to Dorian and got over their bug rather quickly, less than 24 hours. But me? Oh, I was on the brink of death for about a day and a half. I was hot, delirious and fatigued. I pooped and vomited until I had nothing left inside me, then I pooped and vomited some more. It was like my body borrowed food against a future meal to vomit now. I didn’t leave my bedroom all day. I slept, vomited, and pooped. But man am I glad I caught the worst of it because if the boys had gotten as bad as I was we would’ve had to make a trip to the ER.
I’m glad to say that we’re all better now! Now to go catch up on all the emails and tweets I missed…
Have you ever been struck with a virus that you couldn’t seem to get rid of? When was the last time YOU prayed to the porcelain god? Let me know, leave a comment below!
- And This Will Be a Sign To You (buttcheeksandtoiletbowls.wordpress.com)
- Blegh: When Single Moms Get Sick (mutantsupermodel.com)
- Winter Vomiting Disease and The Novovirus (healthadel.com)