Wednesday we got the call. Come get Louis, he's sick. I drove over, unprepared for what I met. He had been at play practice, and was standing outside the gym - because it had been too hot in the gym. I found him the color gray and ice cold. Slightly incoherent and mumbling. As I arrived he leaned over and puked.
As I drove home, I pulled over so he could puke again on the 7 minute drive to the house.
The boy was unwell.
This presented a challenge because the play was Thursday. Titania and Puck need an Oberon but Oberon spent Wednesday into Thursday with his head in a bucket. I am proud of him though, because Thursday night for the play he sucked it up and made it.
Until the girl whimpered, and gurgled, and splashed VOMIT all over us and her. Yes, Julia had it. 4:30 am on a night when going to work the next day wasn't optional, and she and I were hitting the bathtub to get clean and shiny. Scott was tasked with cleaning up the bedding. I got the better deal.
As he was cleaning he realized his stomach hurt A LOT.
My husband began puking as I ran to work the next morning, sending the twins to school and hoping for the best.
I got home, only to get a call - Miles was throwing up.
We made a scene on the way out of HIS school, vomiting across the school lobby and parking lot. He got the idea of the bucket quickly, which was an amazing improvement in HIS vomit experience. Or should I say in OURS.
Miles version of the bug quickly turned into diarrhea of the "OH DEAR GOD MAKE THIS STOP" variety. My Friday evolved into a race. A race to get the bucket, a race to get the diaper changed in short intervals.
Charlie however was fine. I felt sick, and some slight illness and then recovered.
I'd like to thank the universe for that one.
About 48 solid hours of vomiting and pooping uncontrollably was fairly unpleasant. Couple that with my husband being incredibly sick and not able to help much, it was a nightmare.
We all seem well today, knock on wood. NO YOU TOO KNOCK ON WOOD.