So I was reading about last year’s sick fun here and here and here. Why would I reread all that you ask? To make myself feel better, and it worked! By the end I was like, damn, we got off easy this year.

So here is my unchronological (is that a word?) tale of events. I hope you aren’t eating, yeah, put that popcorn down, trust me on this one. It all started when Jena came out of bed stating, Jacob threw his popcorn all over his bed and it smells bad. Having just finished up three days of sick with Grant (and no one else catching it), we had hopes we were in the clear, blind hope! That was just the beginning. We got the poor confused boy, who had never thrown up before, out of bed, showered him off and stripped his bed. I then sat in the bathroom holding him while we tried to figure out where to sleep him and he starts throwing up again, 10 mins later again, 5 mins later again. I felt like I was timing contractions and he was steadily keeping an every 5-10 min pace for hours. I ended up till 4 am with my poor little 2 year old who threw up more times than I knew was humanly possible. It broke my heart every time I’d see his little face flush and I knew I’d have to get him up to throw up yet again, I lost count somewhere around 20 times, but he didn’t stop. It was insane.

But that’s not all! An hour after he started, Jena started too! yay puke party! So Neil was up with her in the other bathroom, all night. They both finally stopped around 6 in the morning. Mercifully hers was less severe, more along the lines of what Grant had just gotten over. And they all wake up fine the next morning, read that as they all wake up with way more energy than their seriously sleep deprived parents. Yeah you read that right, he pukes 20+ times, all night long, and is up playing with blocks only 2 hours past normal wake up time like nothing had happened. Then the next night Neil and I were both up nauseous all night and Jacob throws up again, totally random as he’d been fine all day. So after Neil and I finished our lovely night we couldn’t move the next day. Two nights of no sleep and now emptying our entire bodies on top of it. Mercifully children that just got over the stomach bug don’t want to eat much and we made it through the day.

So in summary, five days after Grant first threw up the toilet had been used 40+ times for things you don’t want to know about (but look how much you already know!) Five days, like a whirlwind, and we thought we were done.

But not yet! Two days later Jacob mysteriously throws up at dinner, and are you sitting down…I caught it in my hand. I did grab a towel first, but it was in my hand! How far I’d come in just one little week. I could not even be in the bathroom with Grant one week prior and Neil spent the night up with him while he threw up. I can’t stand the sight, smell, sound of someone throwing up and now I’m catching it in my hand! I am simultaneously appalled and proud of myself. So we thought he ate too much that day, that’s all. Except two days later, he did it again! Only this time in the middle of the night, while he was at my parents so we could have an over night anniversary outing (which I also neglected to write about, yay for 9 years and new tattoos!) He seems to be doing ok now, its been three days so we should be safe…right?

But I can’t leave with all doom and gloom, there were actually some bright spots. Amidst it all (ok mostly the beginning before it was too bad) I was finding the silver lining. Here are a few of my observations.

Something told me to put Jena’s hair up the first time she got up to go potty while I was in the bathroom with Jacob. You know, just in case, and I actually listened! So no miles of puke hair to wash, that girl’s got some hair.

I also cleaned our toilet good after they were all done, you know just in case it did hit Neil and I. I, of course, got stuck in the kids bathroom (which didn’t get cleaned), but at least Neil appreciated it.

Since it happened right as the time changed the kids actually slept in those two nights where I slept none.

It was fast! I would much rather do hard and fast and get it over with, than dragging it out forever. So grateful.

It made me a little sad, knowing all Grant’s had to go through to gain his experience with throwing up, but it has paid off. He took it all in stride, even taking himself to the bathroom in the night and not waking us (I woke Neil to go to him when I heard him, but after talking to Grant in the morning found there were times I didn’t even hear). He acted like it was nothing, he thought it was funny how much I hate/fear throwing up, it’s no big deal mom. Wow. I am uber impressed with him.

Finally, thank all of you that were praying and talking to us via Facebook. It really did help knowing somebody knew our misery and cared.