Monday, January 12, 2009

Nightmare on Nutmeg Street: The Stomach Flu

OK, I now there is no such thing as a stomach "flu." But since "barfing so hard that we had to squeeze her tush into Pull-Ups because the force of her retches would cause eruptions from the other end" is a little lacking in catchiness, I'm gonna go ahead and say that poor Nutmeg has had the stomach flu all weekend. She seems better now, but then again she has done all her puking at night so far so there's no telling when she will start crying and moaning and have to be raced to the bathroom. Out of 3 nights, she made it all the way to the toilet once.

There were times when she would just let out an earsplitting wail and burst into tears in the bathroom in the middle of the night. And now I totally understand why. Cause guess what I got? (Hint: It ain't Annie.)

For the first time since Nutmeg was born, Epu worked at home today so I could lie in bed, leaving untouched bowls of food he lovingly schlepped up the stairs. I still feel pretty crappy, but I seem to be able to rehydrate a bit, so I'm hoping I'm on the mend. Poor Epu -- who is by the way still working at his computer at 8:30 p.m. due to the many, many interruptions in his workday -- would probably not be able to stay home a second day. Unless he gets it too.

Pebbles seems to have only a light touch of the flu, for now at least. This morning she woke up crying (unsual for her) and sluggish, so Epu tucked her into bed with me, where she flopped right on me for an hour or two. When she wasn't dozing, we lay there, looking at each other wanly. She is already such a delicate little thing that when pale and sick, she resembles an anime character with those big, big eyes taking up most of her little head. After awhile she heard Nutmeg and Epu talking downstairs and she wanted to go down. So I set her on the ground, watched her walk to the stairs and start climbing down, and then I closed the bedroom door and went to sleep.

An hour later, Epu came upstairs and I heard him say, "What are you doing here?" Apparently poor Pebbles had never made it down, she just lay there on the landing with her feet dangling down, and went to sleep or something. Yes, I'm a great mother, eh? Next week I'll try sending her down to CVS for SoyJoy bars.


Bert said...

Oh no! Sweetie, feel better soon!

Sara said...

Ugh...the only thing I can think of that would be worse than having the stomach flu would be having the stomach flu while pregnant. Take care of yourself!! Wish we lived a little closer so I could stop over and lend you a hand!

Sending healthy thoughts your way!!