When I was sick late July, I just thought it was a cold, but it really knocked me on my ass. I was seriously sick for about 4 days with barely any energy. In the evenings I asked my Mom to come over and help with the kids and then I'd go to bed around 7:30. The worst of it was over after a week, but I still had lingering congestion and a cough for two more weeks.
In the process I got Chloe sick from kissing her. I definitely know better and my Mom scoffs that it could be a little kiss, but I'm pretty sure this is how I passed it along. One morning when Carl was taking the kids off to school, I was helping get everyone in and ready to go. Chloe asked for a kiss. I tried to blow her a kiss and she puckered up and said, "kiss Mommy." I tried to lightly kiss her on the check, but she shook her head, puckered up, and more emphatically said, "kiss Mommy!" I gave in and gave my sweet girl a kiss, but the next day she had a fever, and I know it was my fault.
After I had almost kicked the lingering cough we had a fun week planned. Our cousin Andrew and his sweet baby sister Elizabeth came to visit and we had fun stuff planned for three days. After all of that, the fun culminated in a birthday party Saturday night a Lego Land.
The kids went crazy at Lego Land, they loved it!
After loading up on sugar from an enormous birthday cookie the twins were ready to take Lego Land by storm. It really is a cool place and I could easily see why kids love it, but for toddlers it really amounts to giant pools of legos you jump into and play to your hearts content. While the kids were playing, the birthday host Mom mentioned that it seem liked there could be a ton of germs here at Lego Land. I laughed it off and then cautiously applied hand sanitizer to the twin's hands every half hour. The party was a blast and the entire family was worn out when we got home.
Now I can't say for sure it was Lego Land, but I do plan to call the place Lego (Virus Culture Lab) Land from now on. Connor was the first to get sick. On Sunday morning he threw up breakfast and every meal after that. After lunch I was holding him in the living room and he started kind of coughing, but I knew it was something more, so I cupped my hand under his mouth. As I did that, he threw up in my hand and all down the front of me and onto the floor as I ran with him to the kitchen sink. I then stripped him naked and gave him an impromptu bath in the sink. Once he got it out of his system he was worn out but felt better. Until after dinner. This time he threw up while standing next to his Daddy by the back door. Carl scooped him up and rushed him outside with me yelling, put him in the grass. I'm not sure why I think it's better for him to throw up in the grass, but that's what we did. Then Carl stripped him naked and sprayed him down with the garden hose. I wanted to take a picture of his cute butt while he was standing outside, but my better mothering instincts sent me in for a towel to grab Connor and cuddle him instead.
I was worried, but he was fine Monday morning. However, Chloe and I were congested. Chloe seems to have kicked it except for a bit of a runny nose. I'm still congested with a cough. I'm actually embarrassed that I'm sick again. Seriously, shouldn't I have a stronger immunity system.
Anyway, that's my excuse for being out of touch. I do have a lot of things I'd like to share so I plan to have a few posts over the next few weeks if you haven't lost total interest after a long paragraph of "throw up" story.
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Motherhood is so glamorous, isn't it? Who would have ever guessed that you would willingly cup your hands for someone else to throw up in them?
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