The Flu

This post has no pictures. You'll thank me later.

I have always dreaded the first time Mckinley would throw up. Well, the dreaded day arrived. So, Wednesday night I went to bed early knowing that I had to wake up at 4:30 in the morning on Thursday to go to work. I went to bed at 10 and at 2 I woke up to Mckinley crying. She doesn't usually make a sound all night so I thought hmm, that's weird, but I'm tired, and I have to wake up soon. Hopefully she'll go back to bed. I did get up though and just went and listened by her door and it sounded like she was falling back asleep. So I got back in bed.

The next thing I know Brandon is holding her by my bedside saying "she threw up." Can I just tell you how grateful I am for Brandon and what an amazing dad he is? If it wasn't for him, I would have left my child to sleep the rest of the night in her own vomit. I felt like such a horrible mother.

Anyway, we got her cleaned up and changed and got her bed all taken apart and had all the stuff in the washer. Then I was holding her and we went down in her room to put her back in bed. While I was still holding her she threw up again, all over herself, me, my hair, and the carpet. So we got her in the tub and Brandon bathed her while I scrubbed the carpet clean and all the clothes and everything. I was surprised to see that cleaning up her throw up wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it hardly bothered me at all.

When I work that early on Thursday mornings, I pretty much roll out of bed, throw my hair up, brush my teeth and go. But, since she had thrown up in my hair and all down my arm, I knew I would have to shower. It took an hour before we had everything cleaned and had her back in bed. It was 3:00 a.m. and I decided I would just get in the shower then and go to work. Yeah, that is early. So I went to work for a bit and then luckily I got to come home and sleep for a few hours before I had to get up and work from home again.

Anyway, moving on. Thursday night Brandon and I were laying in bed talking and hoping that Mckinley didn't throw up again that night. Brandon was thinking about the last time he threw up and we couldn't remember exactly when it was but we were thinking probably about 3 years ago.

So Friday I am hanging out at home, Mckinley is napping, and all of a sudden Brandon shows up at home at like 3:30 and just jumps straight into bed. He told me he had thrown up at work. So he threw up for the rest of the night and I took care of him. We went to bed and at 4 in the morning on Saturday I woke up feeling like I needed to throw up. I was hoping it was because I had eaten pretty much an entire bag of candy corn late the night before, but no, I woke up every hour and threw up and just felt horrible.

All day Saturday I was sick and luckily Brandon was feeling good enough to take care of Mckinley for me or else I don't know what we would have done. Finally today we are all feeling almost back to normal but yuck, can I just say that I hate the flu! And I have had it 3 times in the last year, once at Thanksgiving, a few days after the 4th of July, and now. Darn it I should have gotten a flu shot. I used to get them every year working at the hospital and since I'm not there full-time anymore I haven't gotten one since I was pregnant. I will not be making that mistake again!

That was our weekend, I thought about taking a picture of our bed, with a throw up bucket on Brandon's side and and other one on my side (which thankfully neither of us had to use), but ew, it's just gross and I don't want any visual memories of this weekend. I'm just glad it's over and I finally feel better!!!