The stomach bug has arrived at our house.
It hit Bob on Thursday and he was miserable.
It hit Grey on Saturday, shortly after 2 birthday parties complete with trampoline jumping (which we orginally thought/hoped was the cause of his first throw-up...it wasn't).
Seeing how pitiful they both were made me pretty scared of catching it also soooo I didn't eat very much on Sunday. My stomach started feeling pretty gross and Monday it felt even worse. There were a few hours where I thought I would for sure either pass out or throw-up. Thankfully, neither happened.
Pretty sure we all thought we were done with this mess until Sam threw up this afternoon. Sigh
He seemed fine after I got him from school, he was running around playing and then started telling me his stomach hurt. I, of course, suggested he go to the bathroom. He did, he puked, he screamed. It wasn't pretty.
I should mention here that I was in the middle of feeding Bo, my sis was cooking dinner and Grey was circling the house. That sis, Julie, the one who was cooking chili with venison that she shot herself, rocks! She helped get Grey strapped down and cleaned up Sam's puke while I put Bo on hold and put Sam in the shower.
Thankfully, he seems to be taking a different course than the other two. They got sick about every 30-45 minutes and he hasn't gotten sick again yet.
Oh Lord, please help us make it through the night with no puking!