This is what happened to us this weekend. We had big plans. The weather was suppose to be beautiful (and it was) we were finally going to be able to get out and get some fresh air. After all, the kids were scheduled for minor surgery today for ear tubes. So we wanted to pack the weekend full of fun!
Then Saturday morning Quinn started vomiting. He's never vomited before. Never even spit up as an infant. Needless to say he was confused and kept saying "sorry mom, sorry". He learned the valuable benefit of a "puke bucket" this weekend and mastered the art of hitting his target like a pro. Once we got him to bed we thought we were in the clear. Well we were. For Quinn.
At about 10pm as we headed up to bed, Lane was crying. He had already been sleeping for 3 hrs at this point and he starts vomiting. It was a long night. Four bed changes and PJ changes he finally settled in about 2am with an empty stomach and no more vomiting. I spent the night with Quinn in his bed, while my husband slept in the bed in Lane's room next to his crib. Neither of us managed to get much sleep. But wait…it get's worse!
I wake up about 3am vomiting. This went on until 7am when the kids woke up. At which point I told my husband he was on his own for the day as I would be hiding in bed. I honestly never felt so awful in my life (including the flu I had last month). It was bad.
|Lane after surgery stuffing|
his face with cookies.
|Quinn, not yet awake|
from the anesthetic.
It's going to be an early bed time tonight for all of us I think. It was a busy weekend, but not in the way I had hoped and we are all exhausted!