and there you have it…



the goory details

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.

i’m still in A shape

Remember, back here, when I learned I was too out of shape for this job? I was right! Just over a week ago I managed to pull a muscle in my back. For the 80% of you that have experienced back pain in your life (can you tell I like to research everything?), you can just imagine what that was like. Nothing like being incapacitated with four children running/crawling around. Good news: watching children with a bad back is not so bad. Children are apparently like ants and laying/sitting/stretching on the floor is like turning yourself into a picnic. Like moths to a flame or bees to honey (have I overdone the analogies yet?) they stuck to me like glue (had to get in one more!). So that’s what we did all day for most of a week. Then I hobbled around to make lunch and scooted up the stairs for nap time (yes you read that right and no I do not have video, thank god). Bad news: doing laundry, picking things up from the floor, vacuuming and doing anything requiring the stairs or loading kids in car-seats, virtually impossible! My house looked like hurricane Byce had hit, hard.

By the end of the week, when I could move again, somewhat, I started doing Yoga, via Netflix (have I ever mentioned my love affair with Netflix? Everything and anything my nerdy heart could desire instantly delivered on my phone). Wow a few days of that and I thought I was cured. I could move without pain, had full range of motion back, and then I stopped, for two days, and discovered how truly out of shape I am. It started to come back! I apparently have so little stomach/back muscles regular everyday activities are too much for me. I had blamed the original strain on lifting kids over a baby gate all day, but I had forgone use of the baby gate as soon as this all occurred. I had no more excuses, I am out of shape.

I have to do something. I had already decided that I wanted to walk/run more this year. It’s simple and easy, and that’s what I do. So I’ve set a goal, 200 miles this year. For all you experience runners out there, that’s probably a joke, but it’s where I am.  Actually that’s a lie, it is far above me! Especially once the hot season arrives in all its furry, but I’m still going for it. I’ve already been tracking my miles for fun (yes that’s fun for me!) on my phone since January. I’m currently at 23.38 miles, I need to get my butt moving. However, I also need to do some sort of muscle toning. Something for my abs and/or back. I have no idea where to start and I’m not doing straight up crunches everyday.

What do you all do? Anybody have any good routines? YouTube videos? Netflix videos? iPhone apps? Please leave them in the comments. I’m all ears.

that my dear, is what you call ironic

Posting two days in a row, something must be wrong. Wow, you’re good. I write to you today from the Low Country urgent care center in South Carolina. We had planned this trip before everything happened, and though my initial reaction was to hunker down and cancel the trip, we decided instead that it was perfect timing, just what we all needed right now.

All that said, near the end of our drive last night I felt like I had something stuck in my eye. I kept rubbing it and it wasn’t getting better. It was late, I was tired, I went to bed. As usual my sleep was quite interrupted, with every one my eye was getting more painful, more watery feeling…

Ok looks like we are going to finish this from the wal-mart pharmacy line. Side note: small town urgent care centers, though expensive are very friendly and surprisingly quick! Yay for no wait!

So if you’ve read the blog for the better part of this year you are probably already having flash backs of endless sheet washing, chasing down little children to administer drops and the sickness that will never die. Yes, that’s right, I woke up on the first day of our mini vacations with…

Pink eye.

But that’s not the ironic part. Since we had just recently gone through this here and here, I have drops already. I’ve had them in my purse for months. The irony is, 3 days before our trip I switched purses, and those drops did not. That my dear, is a 200 dollars piece of irony. Your welcome.

a plague on both your houses

I was watching Romeo and Juliet (the trippy 90s version, not the classic) with Neil earlier this week. It’s not my favorite movie, but he was sick and I was feeling generous. Normally I wouldn’t have thought much about it afterward, but that scene when Mercutio dies (who ironically was Micheal from LOST, we enjoyed that tidbit) will not leave my head. He’s been stabbed in a brawl and is stumbling backwards in the sand screaming to the feuding families ‘A PLAGUE! A PLAGUE ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES.’ Over and over and over he says it, in the movie and in my head.

Now none of us have murdered our friend and had him call down a curse on our family…I think…yeah pretty sure about that. Nonetheless, it feels as if there has been a plague on my house this week.

It all started with a little green goop in Jena’s eye on Saturday. That turned into Pink Eye, then Neil got the plague, then I’m up all night with Jena who is up hacking and crying and waking her brothers up, then Jacob starts hacking, and then he gets the Pink as well (even though I’d already changed and washed all sheet and pillow cases and cribs and bunk beds are a pain in the you know what!), then Jacob gets the fever, then Grant gets the fever, then Jena wakes up screaming that her ear hurts, and that leaves us at today.

A plague on both your houses. Yes I heard you Mercutio. I, however, did not kill you, you may remove your plague now. Thank you.

Green, gooey, ewwey

So it looks like Jena has an eye infection. She woke up this morning and seemed to be fine. She had a little green nasty in the corner of her eye, but she’s had a runny nose, we find green nasty just about everywhere on her face. Around lunch time we’re at Sea World watching shamu and I look down and her whole eye is swollen and pouring nasty.

Can some one please tell me how that happened in a matter of hours? Craziness.

So she’s taking her nap and we’ll have to run her up to the little clinic when she gets up. Of course her getting up will be fun I’m sure. Every almost three year loves the sensation of waking up to your eye glued shut. That should be fun. Almost as much fun as trying to wash everything she’s touched and trying to keep her from touching her brothers, because she can’t stop touching that eye.

But neither will compare to holding her down and putting drops in her eye. The fun around here is just nonstop baby.

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