Outbreak
Wednesday, September 2, 2009 at 10:29AM 
Last Thursday poor Mimi crawled into our bed around midnight and promptly threw up all over us. After changing the sheets, we spent the rest of the night trying to anticipate her little groans...which ones just meant "uugggh" and which ones meant "GRAB THE BOWL NOW!" The joys of parenthood. Especially when you have multiple kids, and the realization sets in that this is what the rest of your week is going to look like. Then the dreaded moment comes when the Plague taps you on the shoulder to say that it's your turn to spend the night hovered over the toilet. Oh, there are just no words to describe how much I despise that feeling. You know how there are 5 Stages of Grief? Well, the minute I feel the slightest bit nauseated, I go through every one of them.
1. Denial and Isolation: "This can't be happening. If I breathe slowly and deeply enough, I can make it go away. I will force myself to sleep, and only think of unicorns. Because I'm sure it's impossible to barf if you're thinking of unicorns. And rainbows. And tree sprites."
2. Anger: "Oh my god, why is this not working?! This is such #*^$%@ crap... I'm never sending the kids to school again. Damn those dirty classrooms and their germs. I hate my life!"
3. Bargaining: "Okay, please God, PLEASE take this away. PLEEEEAASE. I swear I will stop cussing. At least for a week. Okay a month. PLEEEEAASE."
4. Depression: Mostly shows up in the form of moaning and groaning so that everyone in the house is aware of my torturous existence.
5. Acceptance: I think this is the step that I never quite reach.
Because I am THAT much of a baby, and completely phobic about puking. The whole action of it just feels like violence. Like your body is pummeling you from the inside out.
So, yesterday was spent recovering. And while we're still bathing in sanitizer, I think I can safely say that we've contained the Outbreak. And it's a good thing too, because Nana and Papa are flying in from Oregon tomorrow! My birthday is this weekend, so it looks like there might also be a celebration trip to Austin too! WOOT! Things are looking up!
*The photo above was taken a few weeks ago when Mimi woke up. She said she was trying to curl her hair. Naturally. After wrangling with it for 15 minutes, it occurred to me that I could just break the comb in half. Voila...the tangles came undone. You know, a helpful hint for all those times that you might wake up with a comb lodged in your own hair.
**Also, The Plague has caused me to get behind on things around here. So if you're waiting for photos or an email, I'm doing my best to get caught up today. AND, appointments are dwindling away for 2009 peeps, so if you need one, make sure you call or email soon!
Reader Comments (12)
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You are hilarious and I hope you have a fabulous bday w/Ginger and Billy in town!!! SO awesome! I love your whole family!
I nearly lost it when you mentioned "THE BOWL" We personally use a milk crate with a trash bag in it...not as much splash back. For future reference. ;)
Happy Birthday!!
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