Tuesday night at 11:00 we went in to check on Shaelin before we went to bed. Both she and her crib were covered in vomit, and she had been in bed for 4 hours. Who knows when the poor little baby got sick? I felt so terrible for her. I immediately took her into the bathroom to try and get her cleaned up. She started vomiting bile. We called the doctor, who recommended that we take her to the ER for an evaluation. We ended up being there until 2:30. Thankfully, everything was fine and by the time we left, she was walking up and down the halls talking to people. That’s my girl!
By Thursday she was feeling better but still a bit emotional. I left her with my very capable niece at 1:00 in the afternoon to go enjoy an evening with my mom. We had a little bit of lunch and then my stomach didn’t feel so good. Uh-oh. At about 4:00 I started feeling pretty crappy. By 6:00 I was wondering if I’d make it home. By 8:00 I was in bed. By 8:45 I was vomiting. It doesn’t end there, people!
Ray had a soccer game that night. He offered to stay home with me, but I told him to go ahead, as I would just be in bed anyway. IF I COULD ONLY TAKE THAT BACK! At 11:00 I vomited again and called down to him for a glass of water. He was taking FOREVER to bring it to me. Because it’s all about me, I’m thinking…”Where the hell is my glass of water???” Ray proceeds to hobble into our room with it. He almost broke his ankle in his game.
Friday I drove him to the doctor. It’s not broken, but could be fractured or he might have some bone chips. I felt like a truck had run over me, but of course, NO TIME FOR THE MOMMY TO BE SICK! I had to take care of Shaelin, as Ray obviously could not. He’s on crutches.
Like the title says, I couldn’t make this up if I tried. This was one of the worst weeks of my life. Thank God it’s over!
Aw! *hug* I hope things get better for you.
If it makes you feel any better (I doubt it will…but I’m trying!) I was sick after going out to eat with Dad. Something I ate didn’t agree with me. Let me just put it this way…I had a lot of cleaning up to do in the bathroom and I had to take a shower when it was all over to get the vomit out of my hair. It was not a fun way to spend the early morning hours.
I’m so sorry for all three of you! NO FUN! NO FAIR! *Shakes fist at germs and stupid thing that hurt Ray’s ankle*
Miss-sorry you were sick too! I haven’t been sick in years and it’s NOT fun!
J2-Thanks for shaking your fists. It helps!
It really sucks when you (THE MOMMY) are sick because no offense, even when they TRY to take care of you… they really don’t. I mean… SOCCER???? While you’re home barfing? NO NO NO!! LOL
My cousin “K” the other day was home barfing and her husband “J” was with us, having some drinks with other friends. I couldn’t help thinking… if I was sick, my hubby would do the same thing. But if HE was sick, I would have declined the invitation and said, “No, sorry we can’t make it. My hubby is sick”
Oh well. MEN!!! grrr. hahahaha Gotta love ‘em. They don’t know any better.