If you are squeamish about vomit (referred to as "you know what" from this moment on) and the like....please dont read this post:) Thanks!
My family has been so sick this week! It all started with Caylee on Monday night. She woke up around 1 covered in you know what. She threw up four more times that night. No sleep for Mom or Dad.
Tuesday was great!
Wednesday around 3 pm: Braelyn tells me her tummy hurts. So I give her a bowl and tell her that if she needs to throw up, to do it in there. She threw up nine times before she went to bed.
Wednesday around 8 pm: Alaina throws up. I actually think she was kinda happy to be included.
Wednesday around 10 pm: Bret comes home from the temple and tells me he doesnt feel well. He goes to bed trying very hard not to be sick. I might just add here that he hasnt thrown up since before I met him...its been like ten years.
Wednesday around 11 pm: We are all in bed and I hear Alaina get sick. I go to help her (she is terrible at getting it in the bowl) and see Bret run by us with Braelyn's bowl in hand. He lost it. Bad. Poor guy.
Wednesday night: Alaina throws up five times throughout the night (never in the bowl provided). Bret spends a good portion on the bathroom floor. I lost count after nine times.
So tonight, after catching you know what for two days, Im fighting it back. I refuse to get sick. And blogging helps keep it off my mind.
I wonder if I can blog all night?
My family has been so sick this week! It all started with Caylee on Monday night. She woke up around 1 covered in you know what. She threw up four more times that night. No sleep for Mom or Dad.
Tuesday was great!
Wednesday around 3 pm: Braelyn tells me her tummy hurts. So I give her a bowl and tell her that if she needs to throw up, to do it in there. She threw up nine times before she went to bed.
Wednesday around 8 pm: Alaina throws up. I actually think she was kinda happy to be included.
Wednesday around 10 pm: Bret comes home from the temple and tells me he doesnt feel well. He goes to bed trying very hard not to be sick. I might just add here that he hasnt thrown up since before I met him...its been like ten years.
Wednesday around 11 pm: We are all in bed and I hear Alaina get sick. I go to help her (she is terrible at getting it in the bowl) and see Bret run by us with Braelyn's bowl in hand. He lost it. Bad. Poor guy.
Wednesday night: Alaina throws up five times throughout the night (never in the bowl provided). Bret spends a good portion on the bathroom floor. I lost count after nine times.
So tonight, after catching you know what for two days, Im fighting it back. I refuse to get sick. And blogging helps keep it off my mind.
I wonder if I can blog all night?
2 comments:
oh how i dreaded when the first kid threw up knowing full well it was just a matter of time before...i can't imagine how the duggers handled it oh yuk
you should definitely try blogging all night. Or texting, whatever makes you feel better ;). glad you didn't have to do that nasty bidness!
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