audrey puked. so i had to cancel my class at the gym.....again this week. that's twice I've needed to go workout at night. I hate working out at night.
then ava had a diarrhea blow out all over her car seat and quilt.
allie then puked 30 minutes later.
avas now asleep--which is where allie was 30 minutes before her first gymnastics class today, when I snuck in a shower. I should have known when she went to sleep at 10:30 in the morning that she didn't feel right. luckily, I made the decision not to go to gymnastics. i'm waiting for ava to wake up any minute and vomit all over. let's hope not, because she's on an antibiotic for her left ear....again. poor baby.
perhaps this is natures way of providing birth control. if it is, it's working.
jeremy came home yesterday and spent the entire night on the couch or in bed.
oh hoping and praying it skips me this time.
poor kids.
our poor washing machine.
let's not forget about the three rounds of stomach flu we had before christmas this year, and that audrey started us off last week with her first round of vomiting, 18 times throughout the night. I stayed up most all of the night with her that friday night, because jeremy thought he was getting it too. So, I sat beside her as she slept on and off on her make-shift bed on the bathroom floor, and I searched for how I'm going to preserve their memories because there are so many options and I do nothing, besides this blog right now. And, no. I did not take a picture of her on her make shift bed laying on the bathroom floor all night long. It was one of those sicknesses that requires a puke bucket wherever you go. She didn't get any on me until the next day when my parents came to visit. Jeremy, not versed in the puking department gave her almond milk because she asked for it. less than 20 minutes later it came back up--almost exactly how it went in. And that time, she got my head.She was standing above me, probably in the middle of "Mom, I'm gonna puke" when she covered her mouth but it didn't help. Gross, right? I was granted a shower and then life got better. But for the record, I called Jeremy up from the basement project he was working on to prove my point. I had told him that she was not yet ready for milk, of any sort.
I normally don't buy the lysol wipes. I stick to my norwex or seventh generation wipes, but when it comes to nasty stuff that just won't go away, sometimes it gets both. bleh.
happy thoughts. happy thoughts. Like maybe how I'm going to preserve their school days, or their accomplishments, artwork, memorabilia, our vacations. The times in our life when someone isn't coughing every 30 seconds or puking every 30. Yep, looking forward to that day.
Sarah
