WHAT A TERRIBLE WEEKEND! Probably our worst yet since being joined by our little midget. It all started on Thursday night when Connor stood up in his bed at 10:30 p.m quietly-yet still urgently-yelling "Mamamamamamamamamam". I waited it out a little as I always do, just to make sure his request for my presence was truly needed. When he didn't let up, I went up to his room, opened his door and got hit like a tonne a bricks by the most awful stench ever! I knew within seconds that Connor had been sick in his bed. I was immediately upset with my 'Momsense' for not magically sensing that Connor was sick upon uttering his first 'mama'. I turned on the lights and sure enough Connor's whole bed was full of red and green peppers, peanut butter and juice. But not in a way that one would want to find those things. In a Gross way...all chewed up and thrown up and such. Long story short...he continued to throw up the above mentioned food for six hours until 4:30 a.m. It was heartbreaking to say the least. He was afraid to throw up in a bowl so I had to cycle through towel after towel so he could throw up on that.
Fast forward...Friday night...11:30 p.m. I throw up, and throw up, and throw up and throw up times about...ummmm...TWENTY!!! I actually had hundreds of dots all over my face from broken blood vessels from straining so hard (and so often) to throw up. I threw up a few times more on Saturday morning, continued to feel like a giant piece of crap throughout Saturday afternoon and finally came around on Sunday afternoon. I must add that I have NEVER been so sick in my life. It was awful. Mike played super dad all weekend while I played super bed sleeping person.
Fast forward..Sunday night...11:30pm. Mike gets chills, followed by hot flashes, followed by chills, followed by achy sore muscles followed by the desire to throw up. He's done for the whole night and also for Monday. He actually called in sick which he NEVER does. But there was no choice this time. He couldn't get out of bed let alone go make me some money!
But all is good now in the Waugh household. Mike was finally able to eat something tonight at 7:30 p.m, I can finally hold down food and Connor just has a common cold. How lucky art we...
Here is a pic that Mike took of Connor and I lying in our bed the morning following my sick night. Connor was so so sweet that morning. Mike told him that I was sick so he brought me a cracker to bed and layed with his head touching mine. He gets very sad when you say someone 'has a sore tummy'. Also, notice the sippy cup under the pillow. Mine, not Connor's. Mike bought me some children's Pedialite because I was so thirsty but couldn't hold down water. I requested he put it in a sippy cup with 2 ice cubes. What? It's easier to drink without having to sit up and there's no risk of spillage! Mike didn't even bat an eye.
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Hope you all are feeling much better now! What a great idea with the sippy cup...have to remember that if I ever come down with it as badly! Stink also got sick like that once in his crib--and I was ignoring his cries at first hoping he'd go back to bed....boy, oh boy did I feel awful after making him wait for me for 5 minutes!
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