I had no idea what I was in for this weekend. I have never, in my life, dealt with so much puke!
Lauren and Eric started to feel better yesterday. They just kind of laid around the house all day. The TV never went off. I caught up on New Moon and did laundry and dishes. I'm totally sleep deprived and it's actually working to my home's advantage.
Enter Emily. Saturday evening, around 10 p.m. or so, she comes out of her room complaining of a tummy ache. I really kind of dismissed her because she copies whatever her big sis is doing and she will use any excuse in the book to get out of bed. I asked her where it hurt. She pointed at her upper chest. Case closed. The faker.
Boy was I wrong. The clock struck midnight and Emily quickly made the girl from the Exorcist look like Holly Hobby. She puked every five minutes for the next hour and a half. Dry heaves.
She started to pace herself a little and slowed down to every 45 minutes until 7 a.m. when I finally buckled and yes, went back to the ER.
George Clooney, where were you? I really needed to see you this morning.
She was dehydrated and couldn't keep anything down. Sound familiar. Thanks for stating the obvious, Melissa.
It's viral. Which translates, CONTAGIOUS.
There isn't enough Lysol in the world to keep this house from catching this really nasty, big, fat, cockroach like bug.
The doctor (who looked nothing like Dr. Carter or Dr. Kovach) gave her a shot of Phenergan and that stopped the vomiting......temporarily.
"Emmy had a shot in her leg of Phenergan,
but puke kept running down her chinnagin,
up went the suppository in her hiney-kin,
Poor little Emily, Phenergan, begin again."
That was my sorry attempt at a remake of a nursery rhyme.
Thank goodness Lauren Nightingale lives in our home. She gladly brought Emily her Gatorade in a basket to her room and stroked her hair off her face. She has the gift of compassion and mercy just oozing out of her. I love her for that. Affirm. Affirm. Affirm.
So, is it just a matter of time? Will Michael and mommy escape the crud? Will we soon be shoving anti-vomit suppositories into our exit only areas? (Sorry, I'm being crude) Stay tuned. I'm sure you all are just dying to see how this one wraps up.