You Make Me Sick!!

After 7 days, give or take a couple of hours, everyone in this house is well again. The good old spew and poo bug hit our house. It is the time of year for it. The following is a very brief description of the last few days. I even had a full 24 hour break at times before the next person became sick.


Luckily Littlest Miss seems to have come out of this relatively unscathed, thanks to mums 'antibodies'. But did mum really need to get sick in order to make these antibodies? (It is a hypothetical question, no response required!)


The first struck down was Mr Cheeky who did not like vomiting so much that he attempted to run away from himself when it was 'time'. That of course resulted in vomit on the floor, the couch, the coffee table and at least four towels and I am not sure on blanket numbers. I was glad he stopped his 'run-by' spewing after the clock struck three... or was it four?


Next to come down was Miss Independent. She started at about three in the morning and was helped by her sisters, yes! You read that right. Miss Thinker and Little Miss to the rescue as Mummy was asleep (granted walking around but asleep- yep NO memory of the whole process) I apparently I just said 'oh thats good' and hugged which ever child happened to be talking to me... I did not know I slept... anything really. Except for sleep kick and punch My Beloved due to his 'Bad Behaviour' in my dreams. Yes in my dreams, not in reality, but it makes no difference to me!


 The Man Child and Biggest Miss became ill, luckily for them I was actually awake and therefore was of some use. Luckily for me at 16 and 15 they knew that they could not run away from themselves when it was time to 'let it out' and they stayed put in their rooms.


Little Miss became ill at some point of the next 24 hour period (this is where it becomes hazy... I didn't dare fall asleep ;) She too was spared a sleep walking mother and I am happy to report was cared for by a conscious adult.


Miss Thinker became ill the night I was convinced that I would, I had a terrible headache, aches and was BONE COLD which is never a good way to feel. I had the 'bucket' next to the  bed and fought off the head spins ( something I have not experienced for years and Amen to that!) just as I was about to finally drift off I heard it, the wonderful sound of 'regurgitation' (It may not be the 'medically correct' term but it is the term I am choosing to use).


 I jumped up with the bucket at hand and ran to the girls room. Of course being a tad chilly here, I was wearing socks. And socks and cement floors DO NOT MIX in emergency situations. I slipped and slid down the hallway bouncing off a couple of walls as I went. (Note to self FINISH tiling this week!) Oh great more washing! I thought as we went through the 'vomit' routine.


'It's OK. Just let it all come out'
'Here, I will hold your hair' ( Usually at this point you stop breathing and fight off the urge to dry reach...keep it together mum. It isn't about you!)
'It's OK. Here wipe your mouth, here is some water, have a drink'
' Oh you need to spew again? It's OK, Here. I will hold your hair..."


To avoid more washing and head injuries to myself I decided Miss Thinker could sleep on the mattress on the floor in my room. So every few minuets it seemed, to me at least. I would repeat the routine. I must say though, she was by far, the best patient. She seemed totally unfazed by the whole thing.


Then it was my turn... yeah. what can I say? Not nice. My Beloved ,I have decided, is the 'host'. You know, the human equivalent of the spider monkey in that movie Outbreak with Morgan Freeman and Dustin Hoffman. So When he arrives home from work in the morning after driving all night I can look at him and say... You make me sick! ;p


Stay healthy peeps!