I'll start with the best of times. At a whopping sixteen months old, our little Elisabeth took her first steps yesterday. We've been waiting breathlessly for weeks for her to heave her fat little legs high enough off the ground to step forward, and yesterday was the day.
Now for the worst of times.
It has been an exceptionally busy week at our house, and things culminated yesterday afternoon in three howling, under-slept kids and two grumpy parents. So we pulled the plug on our fun Saturday afternoon plans, and decided that everyone needed a nap. When I woke up around five o'clock I felt sick, too sick to even get up. Just as I was registering that thought Jeremy called out to me that there was vomit all over Elisabeth's crib. "And by the way," he added, "I'm not feeling so great either."
Within a couple of hours Jeremy and I were feeling so awful that we climbed into bed and tried to bribe our two older girls to put themselves to bed. You can imagine how effective that was, the two of us writhing and calling out promises of future popsicles, while the girls tear through the house unrestrained.
So this year for Mother's Day there wasn't a great dinner. Or a clean house. Or breakfast in bed. But as I'm writing this I have to admit that it wasn't all terrible. At one in the morning, when I first leapt up to go throw up, Jeremy was on my heels and handed me tissues and scratched my back while my head was in the toilet bowl. He always does that, even when I insist he can retreat. But last night was a little more heroic. When I finished he went downstairs to get me a glass of water, asked me if I needed anything else, and then he sheepishly said, "I'm actually feeling really sick too." Then he took a turn puking. I know this is a pretty disgusting story, but there was a kindness there that I couldn't let pass unnoticed.
We're both feeling better this evening, the kids are now in bed, and our friend Brittany came by with a pan of orange rolls, just to cheer us up. Like I said, it wasn't all terrible. Now cross your fingers the older two girls don't get sick tonight...
I'm so sorry about all the puking. I love that Jeremy stays right by your side. I wish Ryan was like that. I'm glad the orange rolls helped if only a little. You are an amazing wife and mom!!
ReplyDeleteSo Happy Mother day hey!!! Sorry you are so ill what a nightmare, I hope you all feel better soon. You'd be proud of us we took cookies to a friend who wasnt at church as they were sick we are keeping to our promise.x
ReplyDeleteNasty! You poor things. I hope the others don't get it too - but if they do, at least you'll have it out of the way in a fairly short amount of time. ;)
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I'm so sorry!! I hope you guys get to feeling better soon!
ReplyDeleteI should copy this post on to my blog, as our mother's day was very similar. Except, Nate's never around when I throw up. I called him up to take care of me after the fact. And he did a great job, for about 10 minutes. Then ESPN beckoned again and he was back downstairs. He started to come down with it yesterday, but he hasn't thrown up. I too am keeping fingers crossed that the kids don't get it. They never seem to make it to the toilet in time!
ReplyDeleteI wish i could have been there!! Just a quick question, what an earth are orange rolls, to an English man, i would guess that they are orange flavoured bread rolls. Would i be correct? If so, as much as it was a nice thought, its proberly not something that i would wish to eat if throwing up...maybe some chicken soup or something savoury. If i am mistaken as to the true identity then please forgive me. John
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