Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The Pictures In This Post Say It All
Ahhh yes. It was exactly a week ago.
It's baaaaaaaaaaaaaack (said in creepy Poltergeist voice).
We *thought* we were free and clear.
So we carried on. I did (yet more) laundry. I disinfected. I left all the windows wiiiiide open the entire weekend.
And we socialized. We went to a cookout on Friday night. My (poor unsuspecting innocent) friend came over on Saturday with her 3 (ripe for contaminating) children.
Sunday passed uneventfully.
Yesterday passed uneventfully.
Cut to 1 a.m. last night.
Baby was crying that his belly hurt. Hubby got up to console him and came back a few minutes later.
1:30 a.m. Baby was crying again. This time, Hubby brought him into our bathroom. I sat on the floor with him as he cried and moaned. But didn't throw up.
He didn't want to go back into his bed. He wanted to sleep in OURS.
No sooner had all 3 of us gotten settled then he started the gaggy coughing (you KNOW that sound). And I, blind as a bat without my glasses, fumbled around, trying to grab him.
I was too slow. OF COURSE I WAS.
It went everywhere. OF COURSE IT DID.
All over him. Me. His blanket. The bed. The floor.
He continued erupting all the way into the bathroom. OF COURSE HE DID.
It kinda looked like the most violent crime scene you could ever imagine.
Except with regurgitated foodstuff instead of blood.
I swear his head may have rotated all the way around.
This morning, as I was leaving a message for my work, I noticed I had a text message.
It was from my friend who stayed all day Saturday with us. That 2 out of 3 of her children were vomiting.
A quick search of my archives revealed that this phenomenon happened to us before - in June of 2007. We had the neverending virus back then too. And managed to spread it to everyone we knew.
So if you perchance decide to pay us a visit? I'm going to strongly suggest you arrive in one of these. It's for your own good.