Super-Daddy to the Rescue
At about 4:15 last Sunday morning, Evan woke up crying. I went to check on him to find vomit on his pillow, pajamas, and in his hair. I gave him a bath and brought him to bed with us, where he very soon threw-up a second time. That was the beginning of a pretty violent bug for him.
He threw-up about 3 or 4 more times that day and then finally fell asleep in front of his Leapfrog movie. It was so hard and sad to see him like that. Each time before he would get sick he would cry "tummy hurts...want you to kiss it...want you to fix it and make it better," very weakly. I hated that our kisses wouldn't fix it.
Just when I thought the rest of us had safely escaped, Monday evening rolled around and my stomabh started to garble. We had just pulled back into our Jacksonville home and our bags were still in the foyer. At about nine that evening I had my first attack and then had about 10 more on through into the morning. It was horrible. Madalyn woke up in a bed of vomit about the time mine started to slowly let-up.
Shaun had to take off work--his first sick day at a brand new job--I felt terribe! He babied Madalyn and bought her Pedialite and changed and washed sheets and clothes and awful diapers and took care of temper tantrums and chipped ice in the middle of the night, and outside so as not to wake the kids. He's fetched fresh clothes and re-filled my ice, Gatorade, and Ginger Ale, and brought me Saltines and dry bread, and tissues and a clean "purple sick bowl" as Evan named it. He made calls to my mom and dad in the middle of the night and patiently came to me each time I called on him. Last night I realized I had socks on my feet and didn't know when they got there or what socks they were, but he had of course done that for me in the midst of the chills. He's so amazing, patient, and tender. How blessed all of us are to have him!
Please pray he escapes the germs as he is headed back to his new job today and really can't afford more time-off, and especially as violent as this bug has been!
I should also add that we had a "super-brother" in the house yesterday, who was very concerned about his ailing sister. He would ask if she needed the sick bowl and tell her it was okay. Shaun sent him to check on her once and he promptly returned to report, "She's okay." He also asked to come in to see me and asked, "You okay, mommy?" And then said, "Want to kiss mommy's tummy." So he kissed my tummy and I told him it made me feel all better...and it truly almost did!!
