Last Sunday we were woken up at midnight by the sound of crying and once we realized it wasn't his normal night terror cry that he goes back down to sleep after it was too late, there was shrapnel everywhere! Poor little guy was covered in puke that just kept on coming. We had to give him a bath in the middle of the night to get it out of his hair. 4 hours later, 4 changes of sheets, 3 pj changes and he finally stopped puking. We tried to get a few hours of sleep. I was going to get ready to go to work when he puked again. I stayed home with him. Tuesday I went to work then came home at the end of the day to get it myself. Wed. I tried to work and had to come straight home. I slept a little while my dad tried to take care of the kiddo. Then that afternoon he said he felt weird and seconds later went running to the bathroom for the most violent episode of puking I've ever heard. Then hubs said he got some form of it on Thurs. night with fever but no vomiting. So he stayed on the couch resting and I couldn't disinfects the whole house cause I had to take care of the kiddo. The next day he was better and took off to go hunting, yes I'm vegetarian but that's a story for another day, and took my dad with him. So the whole weekend my son and I still were feeling weird even though we were better and everything I did felt like it wasn't good enough for him. He pitched fits for no reason, kept getting hurt like getting his head stuck in between the bars in the gate, and would barely eat. I managed to clean the whole house with bleach Saturday night once I had put the little guy to sleep but I had to have all the windows open and yes that meant the heater ran a little extra, but I never clean with bleach and the whole house stank, apparently bleach is the only thing that kills the stomach bug. My poor dog is allergic to everything so this was sending her into some sort of attack that sounded like she couldn't breathe so I had to put her outside until she got better. My brother came over on Saturday after the cleaning spree and kept me company that evening and helped me so much not only by being the computer whiz that he is and reformatting our broken computer, but by just being there and letting me tell him how hard being a parent was. But now he texted me and said he's come down with the stomach bug!!!! So we still aren't safe! Every time I heard my son make movement which was a lot this last weekend because he couldn't seem to settle into a good sleep for naps or at night, I went running to sit by the door and listen intently in case I had to bust in and save him, and of course this made my dog pace back and forth by my feet thinking something was wrong. Of course he ended up being fine but since this is the first illness I've gone through with my kiddo I felt so helpless and sad. There, done I think I said that all in one breath!!
So no I didn't get to work out and my nerves are an exposed sparking mess. As I tried to explain this to my husband this morning not so eloquently and our voices raised and I held my son in my arms, my son just leaned in and gave me a very animated loud kiss that just made me laugh and take a breath and now I am thankful that we are recovered I can lick my wounds and get back to life, hopefully. The end! :-)
Happy Training!!
And for a little bit of humor I found a few Valentine's Day Cards you might be able to use:
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