Boy has the last few days been a trial. A horrendous GI bug has been going around the neighborhood and unfortunately Emily fell victim to it and remained in its clutches for the entirety of the weekend. Out if all the GI illnesses I have seen this one seriously brought Emily to the edge of what her medically trained mom and dad could do at home.
What began as a midnight vomiting session early Friday quickly became a "puke and poop" escapade. Poor Emily could not keep a thing down. Not water or toast or even pedialyte settled in her stomach. It all came hurdling back up and onto whatever surface she happened to be next to. I did more laundry in two days than I do in a month. I scrubbed more floors, carpet, cushions, and gave more baths than I would ever care to. Poor Emily even wore a dress part of the weekend so I could have easy access for all the diaper changes I was doing. I swear, it was practically a war zone.
Sleep was elusive for both Emily and I. Shawn was at work for almost the entirety of the event, but not before running to the store four separate times for things we ran out of or I forgot to ask him to get. More diapers, pedialyte, and a bag of Doritos for me. ....hey, I was in desperate need of some junk food at that point. Finally, as the weather warmed enough for me to open the windows and let in some fresh air to my germ ridden house, she started to feel better. Her appetite slowly returned. The spunk returned.
I am so glad that weekend is behind us. Also, I am so glad I appear to somehow not have contracted it (knock on wood).