Last week Xander got sick. One minute he was happily playing, the next he was projectile puking down my shirt (and into my hair, on my pants…). Luckily it was a short bug, only a day or so. As soon as he recovered the PukeFest, though, he woke up congested and coughing. Because OF COURSE HE DID. It’s hard for me not to blame all of this sickness on Vermont.
Fast forward to yesterday morning, when I woke up and promptly wished that I were dead. It took a while, but I had finally caught Xander’s stomach bug. I toyed with the idea of going to Urgent Care (I get dehydrated so quickly with these viruses) but by late afternoon it seemed to be tapering down somewhat.
All I can really say is, my husband is a rock star. He took on every child and dog care duty (heh. duty), letting me stay in bed the entire day long. He only came in to check on me or offer me fluids and saltines. And it’s not like I don’t think he’s able to do these things, or do them well, but it was so nice not to have to worry about my sweet boy while I was hurling up my toe nails.
I’m feeling better, but am imposing an exile on myself to make sure I don’t pass this on to our playdate friends. It kind of sucks for both of us. Xander is just itching to get out of the house. Hopefully soon.
Hope you all stay well!
I hope you survive. Ugh. So awful.
Though it IS a good time to catch up on terrible television.
Aw, so sorry you’re sick, but glad JS was there to help! So hard to be sick and on duty with little ones. Feel better!