It looks like it’s going to be slow going into Monday here. So far tonight, two out of my three girls are throwing up. There are bowls by the bedsides, a daddy mattress on the floor to be close by when duty calls, and me in bed with the littlest one while trying to nurse her back to good health.
We’re just waiting for the oldest girl to get the “urge to purge,” as my husband called it tonight. She is usually the first one to get sick, so we are quite certain it is coming. With just two at it so far, we are already on our third load of laundry. I’m on my fourth set of pajamas!
There is nothing worse in the family book of health than having everyone sharing a stomach bug. Time will tell if us parents get spared this time.
Our worst to date was when our second daughter was three weeks old. That bug started with our then two-year old and moved on to me. In addition to sleep deprivation there was me making the necessary trips to the white throne in between nursings – for the entire night. By morning it hit dad, which was when it got real adventurous with baby poop, puke and nothing but the diaper pail for me to aim for. Luckily our newborn wasn’t phased a bit.
Oh for the love we families share!
Overall we’ve been fortunate and haven’t – knock on wood – been hit by the awfulness of five simultaneous pukers.
We did however get hit by Strep Throat immediately followed by the Swine Flu in 2009 when baby girl number three was five days old. But me and baby were spared, thankfully!
Luckily in our little neighborhood we stick together in times of need. With one another dropping by necessary supplies on a doorstep when doors are not safe to open. It happened for us then, with an out pouring of new baby dinners. And I’ve done so for others, with new babies, or families of five who are sharing the love of a simultaneous stomach bug.
For now I’m going to tuck myself in with my toddler and hope that I won’t be needing to call for help tomorrow.
