Monday, March 06, 2006
Barf
Its like we had the “Perfect Storm” of illness; Pierce got some kind of stomach bug that had him sick to his stomach all week. I lost track of the number of times we had to change the sheets on his bed and his pajamas. He cried Friday morning when he was only allowed to have plain waffles –no syrup.
By Friday evening he’s back to his normal self and Nora and I are able to a catch a show (by ourselves). Come Saturday night its Anna’s turn. The first wave of vomit hit at midnight. It seemed like every three hours she was at it again. I’m putting sheets on her bed that I didn’t even know we still had, it must have been at least 10 years since some of them have been used. Nora, of course, was Supermom and handled the whole thing beautifully.
The interesting thing is the difference in how Pierce and Anna handle vomiting. Pierce wails and cries and is generally miserable. Anna makes interesting observations like, “I just divided through my mouth”. Between bouts you’d never even know she was under the weather.
-Eric (Dad)
By Friday evening he’s back to his normal self and Nora and I are able to a catch a show (by ourselves). Come Saturday night its Anna’s turn. The first wave of vomit hit at midnight. It seemed like every three hours she was at it again. I’m putting sheets on her bed that I didn’t even know we still had, it must have been at least 10 years since some of them have been used. Nora, of course, was Supermom and handled the whole thing beautifully.
The interesting thing is the difference in how Pierce and Anna handle vomiting. Pierce wails and cries and is generally miserable. Anna makes interesting observations like, “I just divided through my mouth”. Between bouts you’d never even know she was under the weather.
-Eric (Dad)
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