On Sunday morning, while still in Memphis, my mom called around 6 a.m. to say our youngest was throwing up. The husband and I got up, got dressed and drove the hour or so to my mom's house to relieve my mom and middle daughter who'd actually been up with the youngest since around 3 a.m.
While I hate being sick, and a stomach virus is the ultimate in misery, I'd take it any day, all day if I could take it away from one of my kids...especially the little one.
While I don't want to gross anybody out, let's just suffice to say that this evil virus has attacked all the youngest's ins, outs and all abouts. Go ahead and imagine all that happening at the same time.
I'll wait while you go take a Dramamine and spray Lysol all over your house.
With some help from a friendly small town pharmacist, we were able to get some dissolvable nausea/vomiting meds to try and ease the youngest's suffering. Each time we gave her one, we'd count the minutes between meds and the next retching incident (and I mean retching, people), hoping at least some of the meds would be absorbed enough to help her.
We caught a break around 4 p.m. and loaded her up in the backseat of our car, complete with blankets, pillows, bucket, washrags, etc. and drove the 4 hours it takes us to get home.
Miraculously, after only one close call, no vomiting took place in the car.
Small miracles are greatly appreciated by this mom.
After arriving at home, around 10 p.m. the youngest requested ginger ale, so I gave her some with instructions to take it one sip at a time. I knew this was progress and was relieved enough to leave her side and start the mountain of wash we had accumulated since the beginnings of this plague...my mom had been steadily washing, but I have a paranoia when it comes to germs...EVERYTHING must be washed again and daily until the germs have been annihilated.
Yes, I'm a little OCD; why do you ask?
Unfortunately, in her dying of thirst state, my youngest convinced one of the teenagers to bring her the ginger ale and drank it too fast.
She called for me when she became nauseous again, and I was standing right in front of her, trying to figure out why the nausea was coming back with such ferocity when the lid blew open and Exorcist style projectile vomiting began...and yes, I was right there to catch it all.
Only then did the culprits admit that they gave her the ginger ale while I wasn't looking.
You know it's been a bad day when you're just thankful that the vomit is made of gingerale.
While I showered, the youngest partook of a long soak in our bathtub with whirlpool jets running and actually began playing with some of her toys. I didn't have any toys to play with in the shower...I was just thankful for the hot water, shampoo, and soap.
Yesterday (Monday) was a better day with the youngest either in bed or on the couch, depending on what I was washing at the time, watching Full House and Brady Bunch DVDs.
Can I get an Amen for DVDs of 70's and 80's sitcoms that were actually made with kids in mind?
She has lost her taste for gingerale as you can imagine, so it was ice chips or ice water all day yesterday and finally around 9:30 p.m. she asked for something a little more substantial. I made some chicken broth, helped her sit up and eat it and then she went to sleep for the night.
She's sleeping this morning after waking a couple of times to go to the bathroom and saying that the nausea was back. I'm sure her delicate tummy is trying to decide what to do with the chicken broth, not to mention the weakness from no food for 2 days, so I suggested she close her eyes and sleep more.
And, that's where we are right now.
Yes, that's the youngest's loyal protector Layla at her feet, keeping watch for any more germs that try to attack her girl :)