Oh, dear, 2 days have gone by already? You know, time just flies when people are throwing up. Don't you think so? Actually, we had a vomit-free day Saturday, on which I ran around like mad and got all my errands done, because I knew that it was merely a brief hiatus and that the stomach-virus fairy was coming back. But she waited....so we went ahead with our plans to pack a fun picnic lunch and drive the 4 youngest to the great science museum in a city about an hour from here. We loaded everyone in the car and headed off and had a fairly uneventful car ride. Because Susie waited until we got all the way there, until we were pulling into the driveway of the museum, to start....erupting, really; there's no other word for it. She sort of burped, and scrambled eggs were pouring out of her mouth, for several minutes, while she sat there looking completely puzzled and the rest of us gawked in horror at what looked like a case of demonic possession. (For the record, scrambled eggs look exactly the same coming back up as they do going down; other foods do not have this property.)
So, Larry and I stripped her down and showered her with a water bottle we found in the car and put a fresh outfit on her (a miracle, really, that we found one in the diaper bag) and marched everyone into the museum. Of course, by this time, my stomach was feeling none too healthy and I had to make a supreme effort not to think about scrambled eggs. The museum was very kid-friendly and one room had a huge waterplay table, with dams and boats and little fountains, that the kids splashed around in, while Larry and I discussed what to do if Susie threw up into the water (we decided to pretend not to speak English); but we didn't have to worry, because all she did was pee all over herself and the floor instead, and no one noticed because it was so wet in there anyway. Yes, we are great parents. Thank you.
We steered the kids back to the car before anyone could get too hungry (no way we were feeding Susie again); so of course Brian cried because he wanted that nice picnic lunch (with lemonade) that we had packed for them and we told him that he had to wait until we got home. I don't really know what happened when we got home because I ran straight from the car up to my bedroom, where I lay for several hours in a fetal position trying not to throw up myself. One would think that after almost 16 years of raising kids I would have already encountered every stomach virus there is, but apparently I missed one.
And now we can just set that theoretical "number of days this blog has gone without mentioning vomit" counter back to zero.
Ugh. So sorry about all that.ReplyDelete
Last time we went to the Children's Museum in Providence, Nicholas turned into a demon vomit spouter approximately 36 hours later, in the middle of the night, all over my bed. (Had you visited recently?) At any rate, we haven't been back since. I now refer to it as the "Petri Dish With Toys."
So. So. Funny. I may pee all over myself just reading about it. Too bad there is no water in my living room for camouflage!ReplyDelete
I am so impressed you had both water for washing and clothes for changing into. Now that is a GOOD mom. Hope you're all feeling all the way better soon!ReplyDelete
It is impressive, isn't it? We've been conditioned, after years of car trips gone bad.ReplyDelete
Oh my, my youngest has a weak stomach and has puked through museums, amusement parks, theaters, etc. Puke I can do, but blood? One drop and I have to put my head between my knees.ReplyDelete
You know what's weird? When my kids were smaller, I had a stronger stomach. Now just reading about vomit makes me... gotta go!ReplyDelete
I'm glad another commenter also gets grossed out by her own kids' bodily fluid. If I get their poop on my hand I still make a face and head for the hills.ReplyDelete
LOVE the title of this post ;)
Once again, Love you and you funniness. You are great parents. Being parents of more than 2 kids leads you not to freak out about as many things. Pee in water no big deal. Poop on the other hand you would have needed to flee the scene of the crime.ReplyDelete
I decided to read through some of your popular posts, and found this intriguing.ReplyDelete
I give a vomit speech every year in my classroom.
I let them know that if they have to.
Just get to the bathroom fast. Explain later.
Because if they throw up?
So will I.
Funny post (sorry for the sickness though.)
And you wonder why I refer to your blog by saying, "She writes about vomit!" This one makes me laugh every time I read it... because, as you know, misery loves company. :)ReplyDelete