Are We Still Talking Puke?
Yes.Fortunately, it wasn't me despite spending the last 4 days in utter pain.
Stomach flu, but after blood work and an ultrasound ruled out stones and bacterial infections.
Unfortunately, it was my son.
When did this occur? THAT is a mystery!
Last night DQ asked for an extra blanket for her bed.
My ever-sweet son offered one of his comforters since he runs hot at night on the top bunk.
As I pulled the white blanket off his bed, I saw it.
A smear of orange-ish, tan-ish gunk spread over the corner.
I froze.
I knew immediately what it was and I wretched.
WHAT.
IS.
THAT?!
Though I knew, I rapidly calculated days in my mind and tried to come up with when the last time My Boy had the pukes.
Nothing came up. K was sick last month. I was just sick, but the worst kind where you're nauseous all day but can't or won't throw up.
No one else sleeps in that bed.
Oh I know. When we went camping. That was the last time. But, this blanket didn't go.
It looked new. It wasn't.
Why I thought touching it was going to be okay, I did and it was like that plastic fake-vomit. It was like crystallized in its original form.
I heaved.
I gagged.
My husband had to take it from me to put in the washer.
The smell was overwhelming.
My Boy says, "No WONDER I've had a headache the last few days!"
??
Had he gotten sick in the middle of the night, and then fellback to sleep?
And, when?
How could we have missed this?
Baffling. Disgustingly baffling.
Phew, No Hugging the Toilet Last Night
Drive-thru restaurant playlands give me the heebes.Yesterday a very sweet neighbor invited my son to lunch at a local establishment and also play on the equipment.
Out of the 3 kids, I think only my oldest has had the opportunity to do this under my care.
Only because it was before I learned places like that harbor every germ known to man.
They should put antibiotics in the kids meals, ick!
After a few trips with DQ and 2000 ear, sinus, and stomach infections later I swore I would never take my children there again.
I've held up my end of the promise. Though I cannot keep friends and family to take them unbeknownst to me.
When the invitation came yesterday, I sucked up the urge to scream, HELL NO and allowed my son to head into infections-r-us.
I did have to give my 2 cents by saying, "oh I'll hose him down when he gets home!" to the neighbor's grandma who probably thought I was joking.
The other kids were even shocked I allowed it.
"No Fair!" they exclaimed while I answered, "I'm saving you from hugging the toilet tonight, you're welcome!"
2 hours later when he came home probably ready to sprout hand-foot-and-mouth, I directed him straight to the shower.
The smile when he came out of the bathroom went from a huge-relief-smile to a scowl in seconds.
He was wearing the same clothes he had on before.
His head was wet.
I heard the water running just minutes before.
"What's up dude? What are you wearing."
Well I didn't wash my hair, but I did soap up.
"Um, WHAT?! Small animals can still be alive on your head! And, what's the deelio with your clothes, I think I see a bed bug on your shorts!"
Mom you're overreacting.
Well maybe, maybe his immune system is better than I thought.
Maybe I should get over this phobia.
Time to push the kids out of their bubbles into the real world.
...
...
...bedtime arrives and I hear mom, my stomach hurts!
"SEE, the germs have gotten you. I told you so! Had you burned your clothes and shampooed that hair you would have been fine!!"
Luckily he went to bed and no midnight buckets were needed.
No camping by the toilet was necessary.
But, sometimes there's a span between infection and breakout.
Tell me, I'm not overreacting. Please.
It Could be Worse, She Could Love Snakes!
Spring time means outdoors.Outdoors for K means going in the dirt and finding stuff, like snails.
Last year she showed an affinity for the slime-trailing creatures and this year the obsession hasn't waned a bit.
The collection started small.
Then grew into a creepy bucket-full of gastropods. I had to close my eyes when I took this shot so I wouldn't gag.
By the end of the afternoon, she had them trained to walk tightropes of grass blades.
I think they were trying to escape.
She begged to take the bucket in the house and I screamed, "NOT ON YOUR LIFE!" because ew.
But later in the evening, she said she had a surprise for me. I had all but forgotten about the creepy crawlies when she showed me this caterpillar. "I'll just keep him in my room until he turns into a butterfly!"
Yeah, not!
