It’s puke-a-palooza at our house right now. Over the last five days, we’ve only had about a 36 hour break from the two younger kids getting one monster of a stomach bug. It is not fun, not fun at all. Thank goodness we have the Costco size disinfectant wipes. But even wiping everything down, and doing five loads of laundry, I can’t get that awful sick smell out of my nose. It is pervasive!
It hit Erin first on Wednesday afternoon. Van got a text from our nanny, and by the time he got home from work, Erin had gotten sick two times. The poor kid couldn’t keep anything down for about 24 hours, not even water, Gatorade, or Ginger Ale. I’ve got to give her props though, she made it to the bathroom about 85% of the time. I’d say that’s a pretty good average for a 5 1/2 year old. By Friday, she was able to eat and drink a little bit, and by Saturday, she was back to her happy-go-lucky self, and best of all, she had her appetite back.
Everyone seemed pretty healthy on Saturday, so we thought we dodged the proverbial puke bullet with the other girls. Nope. There’s nothing like getting woken up at 1 a.m. by a crying kid screaming, “I threw up Mommy!” Now it was Carrie’s turn. I cleaned her up while Van cleaned up her bedroom floor. We both stayed up with her, which was a good thing, because she kept getting sick. We apparently made the switch from Direct T.V. to Comcast just in time, because the On Demand feature saved us! Carrie stayed relatively entertained with episodes of “Little Einsteins” and “Little Bear” from about 1 a.m. to 3:30 a.m.
Today, the little munchkin is still really sick and miserable.
She’s spent most of the day either sleeping or throwing up. I never thought I’d brag about my kid’s ability to puke in a toilet, but this 3-year old has some mad skills when it comes to making it to the bathroom in time. Carrie’s percentage is nearly as good as her big sister’s. I guess that’s one way to tell she’s growing up. She also couldn’t wait to tell her sisters about her middle of the night sickness extravaganza.
In my experience, when you have two sick kids, the third one isn’t far behind. I hope I’m wrong about this, but I’m doubtful. I’m also doubtful Van and I will make it through the week without getting sick, but I’m crossing my fingers!