I started my day off like any other day, caring for lovely Bebe. Things were going well (or so I thought) and I was off running errands with my mother when out of no where I felt incredibly sick to my stomach.
“Oh, Man I don’t think I could be pregnant..” were the exact words that crossed my mind.
It also happened to be the first question my mother asked me.
I happen to be incredibly grateful for my mother seeing as every time I tried to stand, walk, or pick up the baby nausea struck my entire body like a bat was trying to force what little food I had been able to consume out of my being. She was every so graciously taking care of not only myself but my 8 month old child. When we finally got back home I crawled my way into bed and pulled the covers over my head.
Then the feeling of abandoning my child hit me like a tidal wave. My husband was at home and doing his best to keep our daughter contained. Apparently when Mommy is sick the only person in the world who can calm her is, well Mommy. So we did the one thing they tell you not to do. We brought her and my husband into my room and she stayed calm (for the most part).
After hours of dry heaving and fever I then passed out after finally being able to keep ice chips down. I woke to my daughter crying at 2 am.
My husband quickly got up to tend her and got her to go back down. I remember thinking to myself that it was strange that she wake in the middle of the night. She usually sleeps through most of the time and has since she was 6 months or so.. I gave my passing thought little importance and passed out for a while more.
Screaming erupted from my daughters monitor on my bedside table. I rolled over and glanced at the clock, then rolled back over to look at my “snorlax” of a husband. I sat up and every muscle in my body begged for me to lay back down, but my daughters cries found a will much stronger inside that pushed me forward.
As I slowly staggered into her room a fowl odor reached my nose. I reached for her bedroom lamp and then picked her up to hush her screams. First thing i felt for was a temperature then a dampness soaked through my night clothes.
Poor thing had soaked through her diaper and her pajamas. Catastrophe has struck her crib through her sheets to her mattress pad. Well it had happened I made my daughter sick. She had caught whatever virus that I had but lackluster. After trying my darnedest to get her out of her clothes without smearing poo all throughout her hair I cleaned her up and found a clean pacifier. We cuddled in my bed until 7 where she decided it was bright enough to be awake no matter how she felt.
My little girl seems to be a glass half-full kinda gal. Fever? Diarrhea? Who cares! Must touch and play with EVERYTHING!!!!!
Dad continued to sleep until 6PM. (O.O)
Thats when I realized he had caught the same bug. I had infected the ENTIRE FAMILY (well .. our side of the house my mom and dad remain untouched like the great white buffalo).
24 hours later we remain in our cave. Alive. On our 1 year anniversary both recovering. Our daughter still running fever off and on, but we have survived. We worked as a team and I learned a very important lesson. Its okay to let someone help you when you’re sick/dying of stomach virus. You don’t have to be a supermom all the time and sometimes its okay to let dad be a superdad if it means getting the job done (he’s really quite good at it).
So heres to a year of marriage and 8 months of parenthood! Without my hubby I don’t know what I would do.