A week ago, I was learning a certain life tip first hand.
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When you have the stomach flu, if you are going to puke, sit on the toilet and puke into a bucket. Do not kneel in front of the toilet to puke. Sometimes your body wants to get rid of everything in every direction at the same time. I would like to thank K profusely for cleaning up the results of me not figuring out this life tip until the third round of violent vomiting and everything that went with it. Many marital mysteries were ended that fateful night last week.
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It started with Middie Biddie getting sick the one morning I had scheduled a play date with a bunch of online friends (Tuesday). K went to get her up and I just hear "oh honey, you poor thing" from the nursery. She woke up covered in vomit. We hoped it was a fluke and began our day with breakfast and getting ready to go, and then she lost her breakfast. So this big play date that I scheduled with people traveling from a couple of hours away to meet the girls, and we couldn't go.
Instead, we covered the couch with a blanket (blankets are easier to launder than couches) and puttered around the house with MB puking up anything that went into her while K went to work. I put her hair up in high pigtails because for some reason, she kept getting vomit in her hair.
I did learn that the sink is still the easiest way to bathe the girls. For a while I wasn't using it because they got to a stage where I couldn't be so focused on one and trust that the other wouldn't get into something, but that stage seems to have passed. Now that attention spans are getting longer, I can turn my back for a bit and it's ok. It's a whole lot easier than running a full bath and doing official bath time with both of them. Middie Biddie had two or three emergency sink baths that day.
The next day (Wednesday) I went to work and K reports that she was still sick all day, though not as bad. And that night, I got hit. Holy canoli did I get hit! Fortunately, K was off work the next day (Thursday) so I spent all night having everything in my system violently trying to get out of my system by any means of exit possible and spent the whole next day in bed while he took care of the girls. I don't even remember that day other than waking up, taking the smallest sips of water or broth, and passing back out. Apparently I was with it enough to call my new boss that morning to let him know I needed to call in sick, but I don't even remember having that conversation.
And Thursday night, K went down. While I took the approach of not wanting to eat or drink anything because of the violent vomiting that would follow, K took the approach of continuously drinking water and allowing himself to get as sick as it would get him to flush it out of his system faster. His approach did allow him to get through the illness faster than I did, but due to lifelong stomach issues, his body is also more accustomed to vomiting than mine is. He finds it unpleasant obviously, but it's not as traumatic for him as it seems to be for me.
And Friday, Teeny Tiny fell prey to the bug and I spent the day cleaning up giant puddles of toddler puke.
After a week of nothing but jello and crackers, we're all back to eating actual food. That was one lousy week.