Thursday, February 26, 2009

The Sick Kids Blog

You’d think (or hope) that I’d be done with writing about the stomach flu, wouldn’t you? Well, I'm not. Last weekend Claire had climbed into bed with me in the night. I was still awake when she came in and told her she could stay as long as she went to the bathroom first. I have a feather bed that I love and did not want any problems that involved the industrial size machines at a Laundromat.

A few hours later I was awakened by a horrendous sound that originated from my nighttime companion. The noise was the really loud burp that signals beginning stage of reverse peristalsis, which is never a good thing.

Upon hearing the offending noise my first thought was “Oh my God, this kid is going to puke in my bed” and priority number one became to get her out of my bed ASAP. I remember looking over while simultaneously blurting out, “Get up, get up, get up!” Claire said, “I am!” and ran for the bathroom.

I followed behind to help her still shocked that I had managed to save the feather bed. After Claire was feeling better, I escorted her back to her bed explaining that it was just better that way.

I’m probably not going to get any parenting awards for that little confession, am I?

8 comments:

Never Clever said...

There is some serious stomach sickies moving around these days.

There's just something about having throw up in your bed, huh? It never goes over well.

You still deserve an award!

J. said...

'Tis the season! And frankly, I don't blame you for not wanting vomit in your bed. Ick.

Julia said...

You have been through the ringer this season with bugs! I hope it gets better soon otherwise your going to need to put up yellow caution tape around your house to keep plague bearing visitors away.

Mia said...

But hey, you're talkin' about a feather bed there!

And at least you got a warning burp ::laughing::

Sass said...

Come to the Church of Sass, my friend.

I'm so kidding.

We got new carpet in our bedroom, and had our first bout with the stomach nastiness in December. I...honestly....threatened them.

I did. I can't help it.

I did.

I will now diagnose you with a condition called, "Normal Mom Syndrome."

Embrace it, 'cause you rock. ;)

Ronnica said...

I'm glad that you were able to save the bed! Hey, she was going to throw up anyway, the least of what you could do was limit the damage.

Robin Costello said...

My blog post today was about de-fooding* as a matter of fact. Disney was loaded with them.

*De-fooding= Introducing food into the body only to be revisted later in a public place. Usually a walkway or a place you'd like to sit.

Something nasty was going around here. Hopefully it's over with.

S said...

My cats "reverse" fairly regularly, and I now have them trained to head out the bedroom side door. They've gotten pretty good about doing this on their own, but still need to be air lifted from time to time. They know to at the very least miss the bed. There are still unfortunate times where I find a surprise right where I walk. The foot of the bed is not a good place, but a foot to wash is far easier than a trip into town to wash a comforter.