Warning. This story is pretty disgusting.
Saturday morning Emerson (1 year, 11 months, 2 weeks old) woke up covered in vomit. It was disgusting.
He threw up a couple of times during the night but didn’t cry, so we didn’t hear him. We gave him a bath and I took the other two children to swim class. The ladies that run the child care at the gym, which I use before swim, told me that something was going around. Ugh.
Emerson threw up once more in the morning after I left with the kids.
Sunday night I was driving home with the older two (Emily 5, Ethan 3) from dinner when Emily started complaining that her stomach really hurt. We go out to dinner after (another) swim class Sunday evenings and since she downed a glass of chocolate milk after dinner like she was a freshman at Arizona State U drinking free beer, I figured it would pass.
We got home and while she was sitting on the toilet, she threw up all over herself. Gross. I put her in the shower and she continued to throw up in the shower. She then continued to pretty much throw up the rest of the evening over sheets, towels, blankets and other assorted linens. Even Patti's slippers. Heck, the bed skirt got it.
Then Ethan started to throw up, all over more bed linens.
We were losing the battle on bed linens.
So throughout the evening Patti got up with the kids to help them get to the bathroom, or at least to the bucket next to their beds, so we didn’t have to start pulling the carpet up to use as a blanket for warmth.
This morning was a snow day so no school anyway, but the older two were very pale and probably dehydrated. But no more regurgitating. Thank God. It was really pretty awful, it was like a stomach virus convention.
Just thought I’d share.
Dave
PS. While talking to my father over the weekend, he told me the proper term was "regurgitate". I didn't know what the difference was from "vomit", so here it is...
Vomiting is the ejection of contents of the stomach and upper intestine; regurgitation is the ejection of contents of the esophagus.
How one tells where the half digested hot dogs and french fries came from is beyond me. Either way, it's about as disgusting as it gets with parenting.
So if regurgitating is the esophagus, wouldn't the kids have needed to have just swallowed food before being sick to call it regurgitating? It sounds like vomit to me.
Yikes...4 months until I become a parent. No turning back now.
Posted by: Brian | January 15, 2008 at 02:27 PM
Brian, this is a good opportunity to remind you that your latest post, on your own blog, is from December 2006. That's OH SIX. You went a full year without a single post.
Posted by: David | January 18, 2008 at 01:00 PM