Thursday night, Susan and I awoke to the sound of Morgan puking over the baby monitor’s speaker. By the time we got to her room, her crib (and hair) was covered in it. That was the beginning of one long night. After giving her a bath, I held her in my chair while Mommy changed her bedding. And then, of course … more puke, all over Daddy. Long night, indeed.
Friday night was Mason and Mommy’s turn. Mason started with the puking around nine in the evening. Susan waited until after midnight to begin vomiting.
Saturday, all eyes were on me. We all knew it was just a matter of time before I got the bug, and sure enough, just after dinner time it hit me as well. I don’t know what this stomach bug is, but whatever it is plum wipes you out. I spent the rest of the evening Saturday and pretty much all day Sunday sleeping. The only thing I really remember about today is fleeting images of Susan coming and going, letting me know where the family was going, or announcing their return.
What a crummy weekend for all of us.
for a minute, I thought you might have set up surveillance at my house and then changed the names to protect the innocent. I hope everyone is much better today. I think we have just about got rid of it at our house.
… but did you run in place and yell “I’m spitting” ?
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