There has been a horrible stomach bug going around my area. I know because I keep seeing on people's Facebook status something along the lines of "So sick. Got the stomach bug." or "Kids brought home the stomach bug." Funny how much Facebook has changed how we get information.
Anyways, various parents I know have complained about their kids bringing it home. Usually that's something that only parents with children in school have to deal with. Unfortunately my child, who isn't in school, or daycare, or any other activity where she should be picking up contagious diseases, brought this stomach bug home to us as well. On Thursday Evie was sick. This was Evie's first time throwing up that I know of. She never really spiked a fever, but she just felt crummy and threw up anything she tried to eat for a whole day. Mostly, she wanted to sleep and drink her juice.
On Friday night, my parents got sick. Since they serve as Evie's daycare, I figured they had what she had and began hoping/wishing/praying that I didn't get sick. My husband never gets sick, so honestly I wasn't even worried about him. Just me. Selfish, I know, but really, the man NEVER gets sick. I gave my mom a hard time for the fact that she went to a church program on New Year's Eve and still was hugging the porcelain throne by midnight. No, they weren't drinking. That was just when she got sick. Admit it, its humorously ironic. Throughout the day Saturday all my parents were really able to do was sleep. Couldn't even keep water down. Then Saturday night, my husband gets home from work and I hear him in the bathroom...puking. Great. Several times during the night I hear him get up and rush to the bathroom to puke. Great. Sunday morning, I still felt fine. I left Josh in bed so he could try and sleep through as much of his sickness as possible.
By lunchtime Sunday I was sick but it was manageable. I called to complain to my mom, she was sympathetic and although she felt dramatically better and had even managed to eat breakfast, she still felt weak. She told me it seemed to be a 24 hour thing and wished me luck. Although my husband managed to keep some soup down and drag himself to work Sunday afternoon, I continued to feel worse as the day wore on. By Sunday night I hadn't been able to keep down more than a glass or two of water and ginger ale all day.
Even Monday, I was still unable to eat or drink and was concerned about the effects dehydration would have on my pregnancy. So I called my doctor's office. They called me in a prescription and gave me a list of medications I could take and I spent the rest of the day sleeping. Thank God my husband was off work. Still it was a horrible day. A horrible two days.
Poor little Evie just didn't understand what was wrong with Mommy. Her response to my laying in bed or on the couch all day was to whine and throw tantrums or have a complete meltdown at the slightest provocation. Which meant that Dad had an AWFUL day. Since he doesn't usually keep her by himself more than once a week, he doesn't have quite the same toddler tolerance level that I've developed. So he was pretty miserable.
This is the first time I've been really sick since having Evie. The sickest I've been before this I could at least manage to lay on the couch and still interact with Evie enough to keep her happy. But this stomach bug was the sickest I have been in...well, for as long as I can remember. Even once I was able to keep food down I was still incredibly weak. Even today, more than 48 hours after the sickness started, I have no energy and my stomach still feels a little iffy. I've been able to eat some today, and finally start rehydrating. But I still don't feel "normal."
I guess it should make me feel good that my being out of commission for more than 24 hours caused my house to just fall to shambles. Josh and Evie survived, but neither of them did so happily. Both of them had a horrible day due to my sickness. Nothing really got accomplished for the day. Nap time was interrupted, twice. Supper was brief and miserable. Pretty much nothing followed the smooth flow of our usual day together.
I frequently feel unappreciated and unnoticed. Whereas this may not be the day at the spa, a dozen roses and a glass of wine telling me how grateful they are for everything I do, the fact that nothing went as it should without me may just be all the thanks I get.
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