Sickness... Ugh.

Beginning on Wednesday evening, Justin was getting sick.  He went to work on Thursday, though he was not feeling well... came home from work about 5pm, went to bed, and got up only to eat and go back to bed.  He was not well.  Thursday night, Lena seemed to come down with the same crud... we slept in the chair all night.  I should say, she slept on me in the chair all night, and I slept in 15 minute intervals, between rocking, giving her Tylenol, and trying to get her to drink more PediaLyte.  Fun stuff.  Friday, Justin stayed home from work (always a treat for me) because he was so sick.  Stuffy nose, bad tummy troubles, and body aches all over.  Lena puked on me first thing Friday morning, and had a temp of 101.9, so I called Dr. Rice, and he had a morning appointment open (score!) so I took her to see him.  Dr. Rice very patiently told me that she would be fine, it was just a virus, and she just had to get over it.  Music to my ears (sort of).

Friday night was more of the same with Lena (me holding her while she slept in the chair), though this time she seemed to be better.  Her temp was back down and she was acting 'normal' again.

Saturday morning, Justin stayed home from work (again) because he still wasn't feeling better.  A much-better Lena and I went to do our taxes, and spent the afternoon at the Dyers' house, playing with Cole's awesome cache of toys.  Lena seemed to be fine.  No puking or fever.  So, she and I went to Logan's to have dinner with my Lamaze class buddies... so fun to see all the babies (and mommies of course).  She was ravenous, and ate like a hungry little caterpillar :)  As we were packing up to leave, Lena puked.  In her car seat.  All over herself and the seat.  Gross.  Double Gross.  And, of course, the waitress had disappeared, so we hadn't paid the check yet.  I hightailed it to the bathroom with the diaper bag (and Lena) and tried to clean her up as best I could.  Changed her clothes, and stuffed the nasty ones (and blankies) in the bag, all while she was screaming her head off and threatening to puke again.  Ugh.  I called Justin on our way home (who by this time was feeling well enough to worry about us), told him what happened, and asked him to please start a warm bath for us when we got home.  So, we got home, stripped down, and got into the tub to wash the remaining puke off our bodies.  Justin helped me get her out of the tub and into her jammies.  She went down without any problems, but I could tell she wasn't feeling well still.  I left a full bottle of PediaLyte on the nightstand in her room.

Saturday night, I went to bed as soon as I got the car seat liner and her pukey clothes in the washer.  About 9pm.  Justin was on baby duty all night long (finally).  After two sleepless nights (and days) I was exhausted and slept straight through till Sunday morning.

I had planned on Lena and I going to church, but since she was still napping at 11am (church starts at 10:15), I figured God wouldn't care if we stayed home to get well.

It is now Monday afternoon.  Lena is napping (kind of), Justin is at work (thank God), and I am praying that I don't actually get the nastiness that they both fought all weekend.

Things I learned from this experience:
1. I really don't NEED 8 hours of sleep to function, but it makes me a much calmer, nicer person (and a better mommy)
2.  Tylenol is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
3.  La-Z-Boy is a genius.
4.  PediaLyte is another wonderful thing.
5.  Baby wipes help, but there's nothing like a warm bath to make you feel clean.
6.  There has never been anyone sicker than a sick husband.  Ever.