Yep, it's come to this.
This pile of blankets, towels and clothing are the result of 36+ hrs of vomiting between two children. Thankfully, I was able to make it to the lavatory and/or shower for my vomiting and dry heaves. But since I spent several hours sleeping on the bathroom floor this was not so difficult.
Why such disgusting illness?
Meet Mr. and Mrs. Roto Virus's and all their beautiful friends and family. And I think they call them rotovirus's not because they are round, but because they basically clean you out from the inside out. Rotorotooter virus is a better name I think.
And a computer enhanced image just cause . . .
It all began Thursday 4 am with an early wake up call from Ella complaining of a upset tummy and intermittent crying. Okay. I crawled into bed with her and she went back to sleep until 6.
All day long there were intermittent complaints of stomach pain . . .
Then Friday, more stomach aches from Ella. Then Wyatt joined in with complaints of his own.
This is a slow build up to the pile of laundry but just wait.
Saturday morning dawned quietly with requests for breakfast from my dear and loving husband. I was not feeling tip top, but just figured I was in a bad mood or something. I made our favorite buttermilk waffles and Wyatt took one bite and said he did not feel well. Usually he's a whole-waffle kind of boy.
We had some errands to run and I got ready to go and Wyatt started whining that his belly hurt. I told him to lay on the couch and rest since I had to get parts. As I was getting in the truck Wyatt sat on the steps to our house and started bawling in total anguish. I could see the tears flowing down his whitened face in my side view mirror and I had to stop.
He looked miserable.
I quickly put the parking break on and went back to give him a hug and figure out what to do. Daddy Mike was grading a pad with the tractor . . .
As I looked over to Mike thinking of my options, Wyatt exploded. He vomited all over the base rock while screaming.
Thus the beginning began.
After the first projectile vomiting it was a race to see who could barf the next fastest. About two hours later I was vomiting. And about four hours later Ella joined in the festivities. This thing hit hard and fast.
For the next 24 hrs it was barf fest 2010. Seeing as I could not stand up without upchucking, I spent a considerable amount of time in the hall way next to the bathroom in between vomit attacks.
Crawling from my room to the bathroom really made me reconsider a bunch of things about life. Maybe it's a good thing that my house is small. It's a close crawl to barf from every location in the house. I definitely can't ever be pregnant again cause this is what it feels like. The bathroom floor is too cold. Towels make good blankets. The shower is just as good of a place to vomit as the toilet. If not better. Cold water dripping off the shower curtain onto my back feels really bad. A woman's body is really not meant to lie on a hard surface. We just don't bend flat properly. Somebody has made a voodoo doll just for me and is sticking needles in my stomach for fun.
Wyatt, similarly indisposed shared time with me at the bathroom, but found opportunities to destroy my comforter, the carpet in the hall and in the living room. Ella mostly barfed on towels since she showed some warning signs before heaving and could be contained somewhat.
While I was corpse like on the hard, freezing linoleum, Mike took his share of punishment with the kids alternately crying for help throughout the night. How he did not succumb is beyond me.
This morning I was curled on the couch. Ella was sleeping on a towel on the floor beside me. And Wyatt was on the couch too with his pile of blankets and towels. Twas a pretty sight.
And I left out the details about the "back door," if you know what I mean. We're still battling that. . . But a least the whomiting has stopped. I can also say it's truly possible to loose 5 lbs in 24 hrs.
Biological warfare anyone?
Yeah. Just spread new forms of this virus and you can conquer any enemy. For real.
And on a parting note I was in San Diego for work Monday through Wednesday and can leave you with this lovely photo of the Pacific Ocean to cleanse your mind from the unsightly images above.