Wuthering Hyders

More Bodily FUN-ctions...


It's funny how fate takes the things you couldn't stand in your earlier days and repeatedly pummels you with them as you get older. You know. Like if you hated riding the bus as a kid you end up driving one as an adult? Or if you hated getting up in the morning you'll have children ( or a spouse ) who are morning people? Oh, yes. You know what I'm talking about. Especially if you're a parent. Remember how we used to dread those forced, awkward conversations with rarely seen older relatives? The ones who had no idea what to talk to you about so they inevitably asked about school? The conversation would grow increasingly strained as the uncomfortable silences stretched longer and longer between each question and answer until one of you finally got the courage to make a dash for it or you were rescued by someone else entering the conversation. Have you noticed how now we ARE those relatives that the younger ones avoid at family gatherings? I've actually heard myself ask, "So, how is school?" to my younger relations. You can almost see the wheels in their minds turning to form an escape plan. At the same moment, you're horrified by what you just heard come out of your own mouth and quickly excuse yourself to go hide in the bathroom and breathe into a paper sack.
One of my LEAST favorite things is vomit. Really?! You, too?! Imagine that! Seriously. When I was younger, I was hospitalized twice with the flu. I couldn't stand the smell or sound or any of it. Just being in close proximity to anyone else doing it would make me puke. I don't know if it was my "party girl" days or just becoming a mom, but something stregthened my stomach and thank goodness it did! I'm not sure what could be worse than a baby/toddler with the stomach flu. They're too young to give you much warning before it happens and a lot of them don't have any trouble falling asleep in it again if it happens in the middle of the night. This is where my co-sleeping habit comes into play. See, on the one hand, I'm risking being covered in puke as well. On the other hand, at least I'm right there to take care of the problem before it gets any worse. ( Can you guess what's been going on at our house lately? ) I can't say I LIKE getting up in the middle of the night to do laundry, wash the kids, find us all new clothes, make the bed, and try and get them back to sleep, but I'd probably feel a whole lot worse if I found out they'd been sleeping in their own vomit. Yuck.
It *seems* like the worst of it has passed ( knock on wood ) and we're all getting better. Perrin and I seemed to get off pretty easy, thankfully. Heath even seemed to get better overnight. Abby is the only one who's really having issues. She'll be fine for over 24 hours and then puke again. I don't get it. I've been keeping her on a pretty strict diet the last day or two and it looks like it's working except for all of the whining I hear about how she wants fruit snacks or yogurt. I WISH I could let her have them, but I know they're not going to stay in her tummy. I just wish I could make her understand that I'm only trying to do what's best for her. I'm not just doing it to be mean. I hope she really is better for both of our sakes. I'm out of carpet cleaner and my sanity isn't far behind.