So nobody was able to escape the evil stomach bug. Oliver got it, too. Poor guy...now I know the difference between a lot of spit up and actual baby vomit. Ugh. Tim and I are back at work for the first time today. I think Oliver is pretty much over it -- he was finally able to keep some milk down last night. The only upside for him was that he got to try Pedialite and applesauce -- two new flavors for him.
Even though we were all sick, we did get to spend some good family time together. That's something we don't always have. Mac was the healthiest, since she started on Saturday and had pretty much recovered by Tuesday. So she had free-run of the house while Tim, Oli, and I were passed out on the couch. Any guesses what a house ruled by a 3 year old looks like? I considered taking pictures for posterity but was way too embarrassed. It seriously looks like a hurricane hit. There are baby blankets (that she uses as sleep mats for her dolls) and the corresponding dolls everywhere. Books are scattered on every surface, since that is all I could really do with her. We watched so much freaking Little Bear my mind might explode. Her puzzles are strewn through every room. I just last night finished the piles of puked on sheets and towels that were waiting to be laundered.
Okay, I know this description sounds bad, but really it wasn't. Tim and I got to veg and watch some non-Little Bear TV, Mac and I did read a lot of books and doa lot of good snuggling. And once he threw up, I got to snuggle Oliver pretty much non-stop. Once we were feeling a little better on Wednesday, we made the Lipton Ring-o-Noodle soup from a packet, which is always a "sick day" treat. It was also nice enough for us to open the windows and air the house out -- God's way of helping us get rid of the germs.
I guess everyone needs one good "sick" a year where they are able to hibernate. Hopefully this was it for us. I'm glad we got to hibernate together.
