I have anally avoided many a play place this winter out of shear terror of letting a stomach bugs enter within the confines of the Hahn house. We only get them around this time of year, and it is always after we venture to an indoor germ sharing play station. I should really just get over it and get used to kids being sick in the winter but I hold on stubbornly to whatever health is present here especially when it comes to any sickness that involves clean up of involuntarily lost fluids.
Last week, however, cabin fever got the best of me and I ventured out to the same cesspool of germs and tubes and slides and fun for the children 2 days in a row and low and behold was I awoken in the middle of the night Friday to sobs of a hurting tummy. The cries were quickly followed by a veritable marathon of vomiting by my oldest that I have never before seen and did not know was possible from a body so small. It was so sad and after a night of nothing being kept down I was right on the verge of hopping in the car with her to head to the ER for some fluids and she finally kept 3 sips of pedialite down and we were all ok.
It was just one of the 24 hour things and when no one else was knocked out by it within another 24, I figured maybe I had just cooked something bad that did not set well with her and maybe, just maybe, this would not be a virus that would make its way through all members of the fam.
Cue 4 a.m. this morn and the mother hen being dragged out of bed yet again to the next in line complaining of the stomach hurting. BUT! Then nothing happened. Bernadette claimed with great sincerity that her "tummy was hurting" but she really seemed fine: there was no puke, no fever, really nothing at all except a girl that just did not want her mother to get any more sleep for the day.
Since I did not want throw up on bed sheets and I did a bang up job
keeping all of Naomi's precious bodily fluids in the bucket during her
night of upchucking, we played a game of bed roulette going form her bed back to bed with me. But there was no puke and, from the looks of it, only a little girl depriving me of the last few coveted moments of sleep I would get. This did not please me one bit and so I called her bluff: after about 90 minutes of continued exoduses from the confines of her room to tell me she needed a bucket to NOT throw up in I ended up telling her decidedly that she was just not sick. I set her in her bed, removed the unnecessary bucket which was just causing a lot of bucket distraction and banging of the bucket off her bed post and the wall, told her to just be quiet and let me sleep!!! in my most stern voice and walked out.
I'll take "Terrible Mothers" for 400, Alex.
Not 5 minutes later did I hear the genuine and all too familiar puky noises from her bed and I did my fastest mom jolt down the hall just in time to see it go, where? all over the sheets. Well at least she wasn't faking. Not at all. Mercifully though it did not hit her even a small fraction of how hard it hit Naomi and she is already on the mend with only a slight fever and soaking up the perks of her sick day with copious movie watching and being massively babied both because she is sick and because of my mother-guilt for kind of calling her a liar this morning.
Now we wait and place bets on who is going down next. I put money on me since I was the one touching Bernadette's throw up in the dark this morning then putting it up to my face to smell it and make sure that it was indeed throw up (indeed!). I am sure I will keep all the blog world abreast of all the throw up, until then have a splendid, vomit free, Tuesday!