My house is very quiet. Allan, Brooklyn, and Payson are nestled in their beds. Sierra is sound asleep on the floor behind me.
Sierra’s vomiting started at 1am.
I woke to the sound of her crying and screaming from her room. When I walked in she said, “I’m wet.”
I ushered her towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. She threw up on the way. Luckily on the tile and not the carpet.
She sat in a warm bath while I cleaned her bed and started a load of laundry.
I wrapped her in a big towel and set her on the futon. I brought out a garbage can and we sat and talked.
I was surprised she got sick so long after Brooklyn’s symptoms had passed (5 days) and at how she hadn’t complained of a stomach ache at all whereas Brooklyn had complained all day of a stomach ache the day before the night she got sick.
I asked her, “Did your stomach hurt at all today?” She answered, “No, but now I feel hungry.” And without warning or pause threw up all over herself and the futon.
She threw up a few more times during the next couple hours (in the garbage thankfully). In between we just sat on the floor and talked.
While cleaning up all that vomit I felt extremely sick. So sick I was positive I had it too, and it was a matter of time before I started throwing up.
My stomach ached.
Around 3am I laid out a blanket for Sierra to get some sleep. Shortly after I realized that I wasn’t sick. I was starving!
I made myself a peanut butter and honey sandwich and have been eating it while blogging.
Remember how when Brooklyn got sick it was the night before my OBGYN appointment and I had to cancel the next morning?
Guess where I’m supposed to go tomorrow morning. Yep, my rescheduled OBGYN appointment! I have no idea what I’m going to do. Allan is busy at work this month and really can’t take a day off to stay home with the kids but I may just ask him anyway.
I just hate to cancel two appointments in a row so last minute like that!