Friday was not my best parenting day. My kids sat in front of the TV from 8:30 in the morning until about 4:30 in the afternoon, other than the 1 hour and 15 minute nap they had and because TV is my “mommy magic,” they didn’t move. And I didn’t move off the couch, except to throw up (no…I’m not pregnant again!) We watched PBS kids, movies, cooking shows, history shows and pretty much anything else you can imagine that is kid appropriate.
My 8 year old made breakfast for her brothers and my 5 year old made pb&j sandwiches for lunch. And I laid on the couch while I nursed the baby, changed his diaper and manned the remote because merely sitting up to do anything made me feel sick.
But we survived the day, we made it to when daddy got home in the afternoon and everyone seems just fine, no damage done (though binge watching TV all day certainly won’t become a habit!)
It started at 2 am that morning when, after I was up nursing the baby, Honeybun showed up at my bedside telling me she was shaking all over and didn’t know why. As I stroked her arm and asked her if everything else was okay, her body shook in my hand, almost like shivers running through her. No fever, no tummy ache (she assured me she didn’t think she was going to throw up) and no other discomfort so I sent her back to bed asking her to let me know if she started feeling worse.
And that’s when it started for me: I began shaking uncontrollably as well. Every few minutes, a wave of all-over body shakes would come over me and about an hour later I was in the bathroom desperately hoping that I wouldn’t throw up while simultaneously wishing that it would just happen so I could feel better and go back to bed. 20 minutes of waiting and I gave up and spent the next few hours in and out of sleep trying not to throw up.
A little before 5, Pipsqueak was up again and I went in to nurse him, feeling sick the whole time. When he was done guzzling I laid him back down, knowing well that he wasn’t back asleep. And sure enough, 20 minutes later he was crying again. I told hubby I was just too sick to sit in there with him so my knight in shining armor fought the angry dragon for almost 45 minutes and got him back to sleep!
Pipsqueak, Doodle and I all slept until it was time for hubby to leave for work and we all headed downstairs where I took up residency on the couch for the day.
But what made the day most memorable was my curious little 3 year old’s reaction to seeing someone throw up.
My first encounter with the toilet that morning, I shut the door behind me hoping for a little privacy but Doodle let himself in and watched in amazement as he gave me a play-by-play of the situation:
“Mommy, you throwin’ up in the potty?”
“yep.”
“Ewe, that’s gross. You gonna flush it away now?”
“uh huh.”
“your face a little messy?”
“just a little.”
“uh oh! there’s more pUke comin! I’ll flush it for you!”
“NO! please give me some space, please.”
“Mommy, why you throw up in the potty?”
“so I can flush it away.”
“oh. Maybe when me gets bigger, I can throw up in the potty too!”
And he trots away all excited by the possibility of someday getting to throw up in the toilet.
It really is the little things in life…
(and I’m happy to report that after a very sore Saturday and slow, exhausted Sunday, I’m finally feeling back to normal and luckily whatever I had was not contagious and no one else has gotten sick!)
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