Let's just say that traveling down the interstate with a baby who keeps vomiting every 20 mins (therefore making the older 2 gag), pulling off the interstate in the rain to take all 3 kids of the car, and getting lost trying to find a Chick-fil-a (who really wants to eat at this point anyway) made for an interesting 7+ hour trip home. Anna perked right up when we got home, so we thought maybe she was just carsick. Even though Will had thrown up a few days before while we were in WV, it was just coincidence, right?
So we put everyone to bed and by 10 pm we heard Catherine "My stomach hurts." Too bad I fed her tomato soup for dinner. Bad, bad idea Mommy. So I stayed with her all night while the poor girl threw up every 30 mins from 10pm until 3:30am. All day Sunday Jay and I were on guard. We kept trying to convince ourselves we didn't feel sick. But by Sunday night, I knew it was coming. And it did. It was a rough, rough night for me which ended by me passing out upstairs as I tried to nurse Anna the next morning at 6:30am.
The kids and I haven't been out of the house or our pajamas in 3 days, but we're all much better now. We even managed to get down the Christmas decorations today. Tomorrow we plan to re-enter the world of the living. I may even take a shower and shave my legs. It will be fabulous. And miraculously Jay managed to escape it (so far....but I may have pushed the envelope by feeding him chili for dinner tonight.)
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