I’m almost scared to write about this.
It’s been a long week. After my last post Claire barfed some more…and then some more. By morning she was laying in bed (beside John who was now puking) staring at the ceiling. I called the doctor and took her in just to be sure. He checked her for all the awful things that could be wrong with her and said as long as I could get her to perk up and drink she’d be fine.
Slowly throughout the week everyone recovered. Leah was back at school on Wednesday and Claire was able to go into nursery on Thursday. Call me a bad mother but I enjoyed having two hours off from her. She’s learned how to really hug with this illness and has also turned the MAAAAMMMMMMMIIIII calling up a notch.
I admit we let out guard down. I was out last night and when I walked in the door John was running up the stairs and I could hear Claire crying through the monitor. I took my coat off and got upstairs just in time for her to Stand by Me barf in John’s face. Poor thing although John has a really hard time with vomit and I did start laughing at one point because he had a chunk in his eyebrow. As payback, Claire proceeded to overflow her diaper on me. I should just get a biohazard sticker for our front door.
She started dryheaving about 15 mins later and I thought for sure she was taking another turn but she fell asleep and stayed that way for 5 hours. She woke up fine and has been fine all day. We were full of dread in the night. We dropped the 3 of them off with Drew and Jen yesterday and went to the movies. On the way home (4:30pm) Emma fell asleep. She did not wake up and we put her to bed. She got up at 7am this morning. I thought for sure she was going to start throwing up again but she’d fine.
So there’s our week. It was great. I will always remember it.
