6 sheets, 2 pillows, 6 shirts, 2 pairs of shorts, 4 towels, 5 blankets, 1 carpet, half of my hair: that's a list of things the kids managed to saturate in puke by Friday morning.
That night, I had Elena down by 9:00 (super early for her) and Sam was just about asleep when Elena started calling for me around 9:30. I went to check on her and she said "I spit up in my bed." And sure enough, she had puked all over her bed. She proceeded to puke 3 more times before finally settling down at 1:30.
Sammy took his cue and started puking at 2:00. Between the 2 of them, someone was throwing up at least every 1/2 hour (in the beds, might I add, not in buckets) until 6:30, which is when I finally got to go to sleep.
I wasn't feeling so hot Friday so we decided to stay home from camping. By Saturday morning however, the kids and I were all feeling pretty good and Seth didn't seem sick at all so we packed up and went camping. Unfortunately, Seth got sick that evening and several family members have gotten sick since. Oops. We feel really, really bad that we went. So anyone reading this might want to avoid any Myhres or DeCocks for the next week.
As the "night-o-puke" lingered on toward dawn, I actually found myself increasingly thankful rather than frustrated. Thankful that this is not normal for us, that overall our children are healthy; thankful that one night of vomiting is considered a "rough night" for us. When I consider all the people we've been keeping in our prayers who have to watch their children go through life-threatening illnesses, I have absolutely no reason to complain.
So I don't write this to whine, but mainly to apologize to those who got sick (and to those of you who have missed the blog). Sorry!
1 comment:
Don't sweat it...we survived as well. Actually we were glad it wasn't all of them at once, and I somewhat enjoyed having them quiet & not fighting for a couple of days. Now they're back to their healthy, crabby, demanding selves!
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