I never thought I would say this, but I am so glad to be back at work! We all caught the stomach virus from hell last week. Poor little BB must have thrown up 15 times on Wednesday So we are all in bed Wed. night and I hear him start to gag. I sit up and lean over him to see if he is okay....and...blahhhh right in my face. He puked directly in my face. OMG, I thought I would hurl right then and there. I cleaned him up, cleaned the bed and myself and we went back to sleep. 3:00am, I hear it...*gag* *gag* ...I grab the towel with cat like reflexes. Blahhhh....on the back of BD's head. Poor guy was just sleeping, minding his own business...and woke up with baby puke on his head.
Sooo Thursday I get the virus. I am laying on the bathroom floor praying for a quick death. I'm making bets with God. "I will do anything, please just let this end!" Finally around 8pm I was so exhausted and dehydrated that I asked BD to take me to the ER. They get me a wheelchair, hook me up to an IV and leave me in the hallway. No rooms are clean. BD and BB go home. Six hours go by.... I had fallen asleep in the hallway. I probably looked like a cracked out homeless person by this point. I finally got a room around 1am. They poke and prod and decide it's a bacterial infection.
Friday, BD gets the virus. I spent the entire weekend disinfecting our house. I probably emptied a can of lysol on the doorknobs and toilets. We are all well now...knock on wood. I'm sure it's just a matter of time before my little germ incubator will bring something else home!