Saturday Chris wakes up with half the bug, he was "choking" but he was not well. Natalie wasn't well yet either. So day two of taking care of her and day one of taking care of him. Sunday morning, Natalie wakes at 5:30 with lots of stuff in her pull up. I'm thinking, "seriously?" Then at 7 she throws up again. She looks at me with sad, sad, eyes and says, "mommy, will you take me to the doctor so he can make me better?" I told her that since she was going on day four, she had earned herself a trip. I called the doctor and they saw her. Basically I had done everything wrong for her on Saturday. I'd given her chicken noodle soup, let her have some water, let her eat some pasta, (I thought she was better.) The nurse and doc told me soup is bad for the stomach bug. We went on the brat diet with both Daddy and Natalie. Chris was on day two of being sick and wasn't any better. I'm thinking, what happened to the 24 hour bug?
Yesterday was a hard day. Natale wanted to be carried so much that my back still hurts. Chris was miserable. Natalie was not well. Then, Natalie's toilet wouldn't flush. We didn't have a plunger, because we hadn't needed one yet. So, I leave my husband propped up in the living room by the recliner and a blanket, Dora on the TV, hoping Natalie won't move or need anything and race to Target. Purchased said plunger and back to the house. Fun times.
Finally, this morning, they both appear to be on the upswing. Both have had some food and had lots of Gatorade to drink. I'm off work and can hopefully go back tomorrow. We are all praying that I don't get this horrible bug. And I'm praying you don't either.
I must go. My hands are so cracked from sanitizer that I bought some gloves to clean with while I was at Target. The cleaning is calling me...
A pic of my sick ones yesterday:
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