This week has been hard. Our Sunday morning was beautiful. But by Sunday afternoon Brigham had projectile vomited all over me. Landon decided he would barf while I was filling up at Quick Trip to make the half hour ride back to our house. I took twenty minutes to get it just clean enough so we could make it home (while breathing through my mouth). He spent the rest of the night throwing up. And we spent the rest of the night cleaning it up and consoling our very sick boy.
At 3:00 a.m. Naaman brought Landon into bed with us because he had vomited again. That’s when I knew I had the stomach flu too. I missed work on Monday. And actually passed out in the bathroom that night while throwing up. I woke up with the thud on the floor and called out for Naaman to help me because I was too weak to get up. Naaman had to call into work because I couldn’t work on Tuesday either.
On Wednesday we were finally all feeling better. We put the boys in daycare because Naaman and I had big plans. Plans to deep clean our house. Plans to paint. Plans to organize the basement and put some things away in a new storage unit. All those big things we just can’t seem to get done with two little ones always at our feet.
At noon my phone rang. Brigham had thrown up and we had to go get him. I picked Landon up while I was there. In the middle of his nap. Big mistake. He would not finish his nap when we got home and was a mess for the rest of the day. Instead of crossing things off my too-often ignored to-do list I sat and listened to his epic meltdowns.
Brigham slept for 3.5 hours. He never naps that long so we knew he must be sick. When he finally did wake up he had what can only be considered the WORST dirty diaper of the century. Wanna know how bad? It was so bad that we had to throw his clothes away and immediately put him in the bath because it was in his hair! I don’t think I’ve ever done this much laundry in my life.
I know what you’re thinking. It’s Thanksgiving? Why of all the days is she complaining on her blog today? Let me get right to the point.
Even with the nightmare that I just described . . . I’m still thankful.
I’m thankful that our immune systems are strong enough to let us get well when we get sick.
I’m thankful for the patience that it takes to take care of two sick babies.
I’m thankful for our jobs and that they are understanding when we have to miss work sometimes.
I’m thankful for our house. No matter how much work it needs and how much I want a new one. I still love it.
I’m thankful for my husband. Who loves me so much he’ll wipe my puke up off the floor and still tell me I’m pretty.
I’m thankful for my two sick and fussy boys who, as I write this, are peacefully sleeping in the next room.
I’m thankful for my snot-nosed, toddler meltdown, dirty diaper, broken plans, vomit-covered, crazy, wonderful life.
No really. I promise I am.
I hope you have a crazy wonderful
better than the day described above Thanksgiving full of life and emotion . . . just like our little Landon.