Wednesday, February 13, 2008

We're hit! We're hit!

Sunday night, John came home very late from work and said that everyone in the hospital has had this stomach virus that's going around. Everyone except him. Monday morning that was rectified. He spent most of Monday in bed running a fever, when he wasn't in the bathroom of course.

Tuesday, he already felt much better. Everyone else seemed fine, and so although this stuff seems very contagious I had hopes that we were done. Tuesday evening though, Kain started complaining of a mild stomach ache right before dinner. He still wanted to eat though and said he felt better afterwards. By bedtime, he had changed his mind, and soon after going to bed, the vomiting started. The fun part was that, for some unknown reason, Kain refuses to throw up into a bowl. He would simply roll over and puke off the side of the bed. After the third episode of this, John and I brought him upstairs with us so at least Jack could sleep. It was a rough night. He continued to throw up regularly, sleeping very fitfully in between episodes, moaning and writhing in his sleep. Each time we would wake up and push the bowl at him, but he still wouldn't use it and still puked on the floor. WHY??? Well, we don't know, and neither does he apparently, he just would NOT use the bowl, even though I was telling him we were just about out of clean bedding and towels and he would soon be sleeping in the bathtub. Kain still just doesn't seem to "get" certain things a child his age should understand, and this was one of them. Luckily, around 2am he finally emptied himself of spaghetti and moved on to mere dry heaving for the rest of the night. He was crying and begging me for water, but I wouldn't let him have any....mean Nurse Aunt Mel. At some point in the early morning hours, it must have been around 4 or 5am, he finally fell asleep for a while. This morning, he woke up saying he felt better and begged for water. Much to his irritation, I would only let him have a few sips at a time for the first couple of hours. I told him it was a consequence for refusing to use the bowl. If I was going to have to scrub whatever came up out of the couch, then we were moving slowly. At lunchtime, he wanted a hot dog. He got jello and apple juice instead. We've had no more vomiting though, just a bit of diarrhea, and he's starving, which is a good sign. Now he's taking a forced nap, but I told him he could try some actual food when he wakes up.

Now we are taking dibs on who's next to fall. I've felt a bit queasy, but I have felt that way off and on all month, so it's hard to tell if I'm coming down with the bug or just being my pregnant self. Or, maybe it's from rinsing and washing yucky towels, rags, sheets, blankets, and pillows all morning and scrubbing vomit out off the side of the mattress and baseboards that we missed last night in the dim lighting. Hard to tell.

1 comment:

mysteryhistorymom said...

Melanie- Rest, if you can. It sounds like it's going to be a rough ride.:( Hope you guys feel better soon.