Emily would be so proud of me.
Thursday I went to pick up Pumpkin from school. She’d had a little bit of an upset tummy for a couple of days so I was not at all surprised to hear the teacher telling me there was a nasty stomach bug going around the class. She even listed the symptoms for me. We had them all, except for the vomiting part. Arrogantly, I told Chris that night, look, we’ve already got this thing. She must just have my stomach and not be one to throw up with stomach bugs.
And oh how wrong I was.
By ten o’clock that night, Chris was standing in the doorway to our bedroom waking me up from a 30 minute nap asking me if I could help. Apparently, he and Pumpkin both were now covered in her dinner. From six that night.
Moments after we cleaned her and Chris up, he was attempting to give her some Pedialyte when she did it all over again. Everywhere.
Wardrobe change number three.
The awesome thing is once she’s done, she just grins and giggles. If she hadn’t been wet and smelling to high heaven, it would have totally been adorable.
We had her cleaned (we thought) and back to bed by 11 pm.
Fast-forward to 5:15 am the next morning when we realized, hey our kid still smells like vomit and we decided to give her a full on bath regardless of the nasty diaper rash.
I could not take off on Friday. Could. Not. It was our big fundraising Halloween finale (post on that later) so Chris called in a sub and stayed home with Pumpkin.
By Friday night, just after I’d put her down, I realized, whoa. This is about to hit me. And it did. Took me two and half hours to get through my hair appointment on Saturday morning because I kept having to interrupt the stylist to run to the bathroom. As luck would have it, the bathroom next to her station was out of order so I had to run all the way through the salon every time.
Good times.
And yes, I hear what you’re saying. I didn’t cancel because they CHARGE you if you cancel within 24 hours. Sorry. Don’t have the extra cash for that.
Once home, I proceeded to sleep and moan for the rest of the day. I was able to move well enough by about half time of the Auburn game that I got to watch Chris feed Pumpkin, give her a bath, put her down and then get sick himself.
It was official. We’d all gotten it.
The best part about this particular strain of stomach bug was the horrible muscle and joint pain. I thought maybe I was going crazy on Saturday but then Chris felt the same way on Sunday. Everything hurt. How our little girl grinned and giggled her way through it, we’ll never know. Because her parents felt like they were knocking on death’s door.
Happily, we are all back at work and school today. Not feeling 100% for sure but we are all smaller.
Chris showed me Pumpkin’s little jeans that just last week fit fine and are now falling off they are so big.
I weighed myself this morning and realized I had smashed through the infertility weight goal and sailed right on dangerously close to my “Holy moly, my husband works with 20 year old college girls all day long” weight. That was where I stayed for a couple of years before we started trying to have a baby. It’s not an easy weight to maintain. There’s no dessert and a lot of exercise required to sustain that level of skinny.
It also helps if you have a high stress job that keeps your heart beating so hard and fast every day that you burn calories simply reading emails.
Or answering the phone. Like when the boss calls and says “hey we’re stranded in the middle of a lake, can you call someone to rescue us?”
Well. Sure.
Oh. That kinda makes me a little home-sick.
Anyway.
Hopefully, Pumpkin will regain her weight quickly. Chris will likely never regain his because seriously, have you seen my skinny husband? I probably gained all mine back by drinking a bottle of water this morning.
But hey, that scale was pretty for one brief moment. Although, unlike Emily and all the other "Clackers" in Prada, I would have much rather run off that last pound instead of losing four thanks to a stomach bug.
Thursday I went to pick up Pumpkin from school. She’d had a little bit of an upset tummy for a couple of days so I was not at all surprised to hear the teacher telling me there was a nasty stomach bug going around the class. She even listed the symptoms for me. We had them all, except for the vomiting part. Arrogantly, I told Chris that night, look, we’ve already got this thing. She must just have my stomach and not be one to throw up with stomach bugs.
And oh how wrong I was.
By ten o’clock that night, Chris was standing in the doorway to our bedroom waking me up from a 30 minute nap asking me if I could help. Apparently, he and Pumpkin both were now covered in her dinner. From six that night.
Moments after we cleaned her and Chris up, he was attempting to give her some Pedialyte when she did it all over again. Everywhere.
Wardrobe change number three.
The awesome thing is once she’s done, she just grins and giggles. If she hadn’t been wet and smelling to high heaven, it would have totally been adorable.
We had her cleaned (we thought) and back to bed by 11 pm.
Fast-forward to 5:15 am the next morning when we realized, hey our kid still smells like vomit and we decided to give her a full on bath regardless of the nasty diaper rash.
I could not take off on Friday. Could. Not. It was our big fundraising Halloween finale (post on that later) so Chris called in a sub and stayed home with Pumpkin.
By Friday night, just after I’d put her down, I realized, whoa. This is about to hit me. And it did. Took me two and half hours to get through my hair appointment on Saturday morning because I kept having to interrupt the stylist to run to the bathroom. As luck would have it, the bathroom next to her station was out of order so I had to run all the way through the salon every time.
Good times.
And yes, I hear what you’re saying. I didn’t cancel because they CHARGE you if you cancel within 24 hours. Sorry. Don’t have the extra cash for that.
Once home, I proceeded to sleep and moan for the rest of the day. I was able to move well enough by about half time of the Auburn game that I got to watch Chris feed Pumpkin, give her a bath, put her down and then get sick himself.
It was official. We’d all gotten it.
The best part about this particular strain of stomach bug was the horrible muscle and joint pain. I thought maybe I was going crazy on Saturday but then Chris felt the same way on Sunday. Everything hurt. How our little girl grinned and giggled her way through it, we’ll never know. Because her parents felt like they were knocking on death’s door.
Happily, we are all back at work and school today. Not feeling 100% for sure but we are all smaller.
Chris showed me Pumpkin’s little jeans that just last week fit fine and are now falling off they are so big.
I weighed myself this morning and realized I had smashed through the infertility weight goal and sailed right on dangerously close to my “Holy moly, my husband works with 20 year old college girls all day long” weight. That was where I stayed for a couple of years before we started trying to have a baby. It’s not an easy weight to maintain. There’s no dessert and a lot of exercise required to sustain that level of skinny.
It also helps if you have a high stress job that keeps your heart beating so hard and fast every day that you burn calories simply reading emails.
Or answering the phone. Like when the boss calls and says “hey we’re stranded in the middle of a lake, can you call someone to rescue us?”
Well. Sure.
Oh. That kinda makes me a little home-sick.
Anyway.
Hopefully, Pumpkin will regain her weight quickly. Chris will likely never regain his because seriously, have you seen my skinny husband? I probably gained all mine back by drinking a bottle of water this morning.
But hey, that scale was pretty for one brief moment. Although, unlike Emily and all the other "Clackers" in Prada, I would have much rather run off that last pound instead of losing four thanks to a stomach bug.
Stomach bugs are horrible! I'm glad you all are feeling better. I vote for a healthier weight. Kiss Pumpkin for me! Love, Nana
ReplyDeleteGlad you are feeling somewhat better!!! I wouldn't mind a 24 hour bug to knock off a couple pounds...but maybe I should "knock on wood" because that would really not be good night now! Hugs to you all!
ReplyDeleteI didn't have a stomach bug from high school to when we had Noah. I think I had gone something like 10 years without throwing up, but now I've had the stomach bug at least three times, maybe four. They catch it and mutate just enough that your body can't react. That's my totally scientific-method-approved theory, anyway.
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