Hour 1~Emma threw up and we’re thinking, “Ohh, the spaghetti didn’t agree with her.”
Hour 1.5~The spaghetti along with everything else she has eaten in the last 3 years of her life apparently haven’t agreed with her. A wise thing to teach your child is how to puke in a trash can. Starting on my third load of laundry because I couldn’t get Emma to the bathroom quick enough and I carried most of the vomit between my shirt and my arm.
Hour 2~Call the doctor and they say to give her 1 ounce of juice only after she hasn’t thrown up in 3 hours. And this is only if Emma asks for it.
Hour 3~I trade my king size bed in for a twin on the floor in Emma’s room. And she crawls down her bed and cuddles up next to me. Mmmm, vomit breath. But if it makes her stop throwing up, she can breathe on my all night long.
Hours 4-7~I wake up from my 20 minute nap to the sounds of screaming and dry heaving. Every 20 minutes, my “alarm” would go off and I would just pray Emma would make it to the trash can.
Hour 7.5~This has been going on all night so I call the doctor again and they tell me to take her to the emergency room. I pack a back pack, put clothes on, grab Emma and a coat along with Petey, her blanket and a trash can and we are out the door and at BSA emergency room in 30 minutes.
Hour 8~The nurse is asking questions while they take Emma’s blood pressure and temperature. He tries to be funny and ask Emma if she smokes and Emma replies with throwing up in the trash can. He says he’ll stop being funny.
Hour 9~My poor baby has to have an IV put in her to help get fluids back in. She sits there in my lap and just cries. She doesn’t pull her hand away, she doesn’t scream or throw a tantrum, she just cries. I was so proud as I wiped my own tears from her hurting so much.
Hour 10~We’re told she’s going to stay the night and they’re fixing to move us to a room upstairs. Emma looked so tiny in that wheel chair being pushed up to the pediactric unit.
Hour 14~Emma is playing with toys in the bed and having the best time. She’s so thirsty, but you’d never known that she had lost 2 pounds in a day.
Hour 24~We are out of the hospital and asleep in comfortable beds. I’m so glad this is behind us. I wonder why Ellie keeps having diarrhea???
Hour 48~We’ve all felt a little yucky just from all the smells of infant diarrhea, vomitting and a healthy dose of Lysol. Ohh God, there goes Dustin running for the bathroom.
Hours 48.5-56~I spent the night on the couch and Dustin with his head in the trash can. I call and tell Mom and Dad what’s been going on at our house and I find out Mom spent the wee hours of the morning with her head in a toilet. Did I mention they went out of town for one of Dad’s board meetings? Dad isn’t feeling so well either.
Hour 62~I’m now opening my 5th can of chicken broth in 24 hours, this one’s for Dustin to sip on in the bedroom. I’m so not a nurse and I’ve had this nausious feeling for the past 2 days.
Hour 72~Another night on the couch with everyone asleep and I’m taking deep breaths and praying that I don’t lose my lunch and dinner because I’m not feeling good at all.
Hour 82~Dustin takes a bath because he’s too weak to stand up in the shower. His 6-pound weight loss diet has really run him down since it only took a day to lose the it. But yeah, he’s taking a bath. He hangs out on the couch most of the day and I’m on my 7th load of laundry.
Hour 88~We had so many plans this weekend and even during the week because of the hectic weekend. I drop off a birthday present and head to Thriftway to pick up the big gallon bottle of Gatorade and Sprite and the many cans of soup. I drove with the window down just because I knew Dustin would be so pissed if the new smell in his truck was stomach bug vomit.
Hour 88~Commence naptime. Dustin took my glasses off, got my pillow and covered me up with a blanket. This is the first time that all four Tows were asleep at the same time during the day.
Hour 90~Dustin and I stay up laying on the couches and just talking. We watch TV and catch up on what’s been going on. Amazing how the stomach bug can bring two people so close together.
Hour 102~I wake up to Ellie screaming bloody murder and I rip off the covers and run to her bedroom and she’s not there. I hear it again from our bedroom and I run in there to see Dustin holding Ellie on our bed. I ask what happened and he said she bumped her nose, but in my state of confusion and being woke up from a deep sleep, I hear she broke her nose. All I can think is that CPS is coming to take our children away because we keep going to the hospital. I need sleep.
Hour 124~I just got off the phone with the nurse on call because Ellie can’t quit pooping. She’s not eating as much as she normally does and she’s definitely not breastfeeding good. She also cut another tooth, but poor Ellie just doesn’t feel good. I’m off to the store tomorrow for Pedialyte. I’m supposed to be her personal chew toy tomorrow to make sure she keeps feeding so she doesn’t get dehydrated. Now instead of doing laundry because of puking, I’m doing laundry because of pooping.
Hour 127~Hello king size bed. Ohh how I’ve missed you.