A couple of nights ago, I lay cramped on the old cot mattress for the second night running on vomit watch.
No.
I could no longer hold on to the hope that it was something she ate.
I could no longer hold on to the hope that it was something she ate.
Yes.
Gastro was beginning its wild path of destruction through our house.
Gastro was beginning its wild path of destruction through our house.
I shifted my legs trying to discover a clearly unattainable position of comfort. Sleep was a long way off so I considered the roller coaster of my last few days….
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| Takes something pretty nasty to keep this angel baby still and quiet on the couch! |
1. DENIAL
No.
It’s definitely not gastro. It’s not.
I’m pretty certain it’s a fluey kind of thing. Yeah…she’s had a bit of a cough.
Pretty certain whatever it is, is just confined to my daughter. She’ll be fine tomorrow. Fine.
Pretty certain whatever it is, is just confined to my daughter. She’ll be fine tomorrow. Fine.
Yeah…she’s definitely looking a little brighter in the eyes than before.
Blah…My tummy is feeling a bit off, too. Think I’m going out in sympathy for her.
2. ANGER
Gawd!!!
She missed the bucket!! Surely she’s old enough now to vomit in a bucket. It was hardly shooting from the 3 point line; it was RIGHT THERE!
She missed the bucket!! Surely she’s old enough now to vomit in a bucket. It was hardly shooting from the 3 point line; it was RIGHT THERE!
Always a day when Husband is at work, too. Bloody creche; just breeding grounds for germs! Why do other people insist on dragging their sick kids around and spreading their snotty noses and stomach bugs. So bloody selfish!
Or I suppose it might have been that takeaway chicken on Friday night…That place needs to take more care with its hygiene!
3. BARGAINING
Oh my poor little dot. She’s so pale and scared. My body is bigger and I could fight it better; pass it through to me. Just please don’t pass it on to your brother…If we get through this I promise I will work harder on spending some more time with my bubs; less screen time, more outside time…please….
4. DEPRESSION
I just can’t do this. I am shattered. I can’t think straight and I just feel like everything is getting on top of me. The washing just keeps piling up and the laundry stinks like vomit and lashings of antiseptic. Why does it feel like it’s always my kids getting sick? I bet I’ll be next and I don’t get sick days.
5. ACCEPTANCE
OK: so it could be worse. We all know this is actually good for her; strengthens her immunity or something. So let the washing pile up. Who cares? She just needs lots of cuddles and loving. At least it will hopefully be through the house and gone by Christmas.
AND NOW…?
Now I find myself on the other side; it’s a good feeling that, hey parents?
The sky is blue, the air is fresh and the kids are healthy. It’s like finally making it through the fog.
I have had a couple of days to get through the washing, Princess has bounced back to her ridiculously cheeky self and; so far, so good.
Maybe it was just some dodgy chicken, after all….?
Hmmmmmm…..I will keep you posted…..
(Update : It wasn’t the chicken, folks…yep…we all got sick. It tore through the lot of us. Week from hell!)
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