It started with Adelaide. She got sick and was throwing up. But Adelaide tends to get sick more often than the rest of us, so I didn’t think too much of it. We planted her on the couch with an iPad and 7Up.
Then Kyle got sick. That’s when I knew it was serious, because Kyle doesn’t usually get sick. And when he does, he usually gets over it pretty quickly. That’s when I knew it was only a matter of time before everyone was throwing up. But I was hoping and praying that the rest of us would be spared.
August was next. Poor bub. He didn’t know how to handle throwing up and he kept trying to swallow it. Ew. But he sort of got the hang of it eventually.
Hazel was OK for a while…
But soon even Hazel got sick and was throwing up. (Fortunately she got the lightest case of us all.)
Then I got sick. It was so bad. Here I was, caring for four sick people while I’m trying to take care of myself. I got so mad at Kyle for not being very helpful, which wasn’t really fair because he was recovering. But I was literally cleaning up vomit and other bodily liquids off the floor and changing two kids’ diapers and nursing Hazel while being sick myself.
We each lost about 5 pounds.
It was perhaps the worst three or four days of my life. But we survived.
Thank you for coming to my pity party. It’s over now.