As those of you who regularly read my blog know, we have been sick sick sick for the past 14 months. (and you are probably super-tired of hearing about it too!)
This month has already been a doozy and it is only the 11th…
As you may know, it started last Wednesday night around 9:00 pm. Both Abbie and Quinn ended up vomiting. When I blogged about it, it was only 1:30 in the morning.
Turns out, it continued until 4:30 am, with poor Abbie being the last to stop.
Thursday, I thought I was in the clear.
Once again, I was wrong.
5:00 Friday morning I awoke knowing it wouldn’t be long before I was running for the pan. Sean was feeling the same way. The kids were wonderful, thank the Lord, so we were able to rest without having to be after them too. All it took was for them to see the pot by my bed for them to know what was going on. Having just experienced it themselves, I think they were more sympathetic…
They immediately got to work on some get well cards.
This was Abbie’s card to me: (with her spellings)
I hope you feel better.
I sind this note to you becus I love you.
So much & you are buthefull.
I love you more thin anayone.
Your just like a shoowting star.
Your a daisy. A sweet one to.
Your a butterfly that’s looking at a flower.
Your a dog (*my note: this may not sound so good, but coming from Abbie, who LOVES and ADORES animals, I take it as a huge compliment.)
A butufull bird.
Someone who is sweet.
Your a toolip.
A hissing cat. (*my note: not sure I understand this one, though I certainly come across as one at times!!)
A butfull marmade.
A dog ear (*my note: ????)
And a sweet sonding birdsong.
Oh, how I love cards from the heart!
But wait! The story doesn’t end there!
Easter sunday I had to stay home with Seamus, who had not thrown up, but from his diaper changes it is OBVIOUS that something is not right inside of him…
Then Sunday night, around 9:00 again, Abbie threw up again.
(I was supposed to have my doctor’s appt. and ultrasound Monday, but had to reschedule for next monday… didn’t think it would be wise to take a child with a stomach virus to an office of pregnant women…)
Today, Quinn was not himself – not hungry, laying around… A couple of times he said he wasn’t feeling quite right, but then later would say he was fine.
I got home from work tonight to find a pot in the kid’s bathroom. Sean told me Quinn had finally “blown” around 9:00 (What is with that time!!??)
Once again, I am sitting up, listening to every moan and noise that comes from their rooms, ready to run straight in there to help wipe foreheads and mouths.
I have been drinking DanActive (an immunity strenghtening drink from Dannon), since Sunday. I am praying that it had gone into effect. I also saw that Purity Dairies has Sweet Acidophilus Milk, (acidophilus cultures are an immune strenghtening culture). I plan on picking that up too. TODAY!
I have to say that one of the amazing “side effects” to all of this, is that it seems as if the Lord may be using all of this vomit to get me through some of my anxiety (panic attacks) about throwing up. Sort of like taking a person who is afraid of heights to the top of the highest building… I am surrounded by people throwing up. I, myself, have been in the midst of it. I feel twinges of anxiety about it all, but I haven’t gone into a full-blown attack. Praise the Lord for that!
Please continue to pray for our family’s health.
Hopefully I won’t have too many more “vomit posts”…