House of plague, part II

I referred to our humble abode as the "House of Plague" in a recent post as a JOKE. I thought that LC having scarlet fever and strep throat, and Pepperette having a nasty cold that took both kids out for two weeks was enough. I was not looking for more pestillence to befall us. (Oh I love being dramatic - it is so much fun.) Let's recap the past few days, shall we?

Wednesday:

Mr. Chili comes home feeling sick. He has an upset stomach, aches, fever, chills. He promptly isolates himself in a bid to save the rest of us from exposure. I fervetently hope that he ate something bad and that he is not contagious.

Thursday:

Mr. Chili takes a sick day. For the first time since 2004. The man just does not get sick. I am alternately worried and frustrated by the fact that he spends all day in bed, sleeping. Hey, I didn't say that I'm a nice person. I watch everyone else, no symptoms. Whew.

Friday:

Mr. Chili heads to work, even though he still feels like crap. This is because LC doesn't go to school on Fridays and frankly, work is more restful. The kids and I have a good day. No one else is sick. Dare I hope that we're out of the woods?

Saturday:

A typical day. I go for a run, we go grocery shopping, we have dinner/playdate with friends. At 10:30pm, Pepperette sits up in bed and starts projectile vomiting. She has never done this before. LC didn't throw up for the first time until he was two-ish. Mr. Chili and I are amazed at how much her stomach holds. Poor Pepperette vomits about ten times through the night. We are stuck in an endless hell of gurgling stomach, vomit, clean up, lie down until the next time. Pepperette is so tired that she is passing out in my arms immediately after vomiting. The only good thing in all this is that LC sleeps through it all.

Sunday:

Mr. Chili and I are exhausted. We hang around the house all day. Pepperette vomits a few more times. I keep nursing her as often as she wants. I am so grateful in all of this to be breastfeeding - I can't imagine how much sicker she would be. We limp through the day by letting LC watch obscene amounts of TV.

Monday:

A brand new provincial holiday "Family Day" created by the premier to get more votes. The problem with this holiday? Only about 40% of people in the province actually get the day of, but all daycares, schools, libraries, stores are closed. Genius, I tell ya. So I've got both kids and one of them is still really sick. Pepperette has stopped vomiting, but now has a fever and diarrhea. Another day where the TV was on constantly. Mr. Chili tries to come home early, but gets stuck at the office. He's still feeling crappy, and I am fighting it too. Pepperette is whiney and clingy all day. My smiley baby is nowhere to be found.

Tuesday:

LC heads to school, Mr. Chili to work. Pepperette's fever is lower, but she is still having awful diarrhea. It is awful. I can barely keep up with the laundry. At least Pepperette is starting to smile again. LC comes home from school complaining of a sore stomach. He refuses all snacks and dinner. He just lays on the couch. This is not normal. I was supposed to attend a meeting at 7pm, but between the sick kiddies and my excessive queasiness, I decide to stay home. We all go to bed early. Pepperette has a reasonably good sleep. LC wakes up at 11pm and vomits. He tried to make it to the bathroom in time. It was close, but not close enough. More Lysol wipes, more laundry, more cleaning up. Fortunately Pepperette sleeps through the excitement. Another long night, filled with false (puke) alarms, a restless Pepperette and a feverish, achy momma.

Wednesday:

It's been a week since the sickness started. I'm sick, Pepperette's fever is gone but her diarrhea persists, LC has only thrown up once - maybe he will only have a mild version of this bug, Mr. Chili is feeling achy again but went to work since it is more restful than being at home with two sick kids.

Sometimes it really sucks to be the mom. No sick days. Can't lie down and rest because there is always someone calling for you. I hardly slept last night because of the aches and chills. And did I mention how much fun it is to nurse the baby while you have diarrhea? Fun times.