Boom...

Our new year started out with a boom. A big boom. And not a good one. 

11:30 pm. January 2nd, vomit covered the floor. Sheets. Pillows. Blankets. Child #1 had the tummy bug, again, for the 3rd time in 10 months. Joy. 

That was a long night. Puke and a day full of a fever later, she was finally better. 

Fast forward 4 days. The baby woke up for the second time that night. 3:30 am, I had just fed her and hour and a half before that. Surely she could not be hungry AGAIN!? She screams and cries. Nothing is comforting her, and then I hear the sound. Puke, coming from the other room. I open the door, with #3 on my hip, and I witness #2, puking in her just-in-case-bowl, "mama, I threw up." "Yeah baby, I can see that." 

To the bathroom we go. I hold her hair back while she gets sick, all while holding the baby on my hip. Not something I ever imagined doing, but hey, a moms job is truly never over. I gave the baby to her daddy, and she screamed and cried. Only mama would do. I got #2 cleaned up and rinsed her bowl and put her back to bed. I fed the baby, again, and she finally fell asleep. 

That sweet child had caught it bad. Hers lasted 2 days. Lots and lots of puke, and diarrhea, and a fever as well. Yesterday she finally felt normal and could keep food and water down. Hooray! I see the light, the tiny light at the end of the tunnel. 

I cleaned the bathrooms, did laundry, and a million other chores. We all felt great. We had an amazing nights sleep, something I hadn't had in quite awhile. 

Child #1 woke me up at about 1:30am. I laid with her for a few minutes, and then went back to bed. I had "hot flashes" all night, so I thought maybe I was getting sick. 

6:50am, the baby wakes up crying. That tiny light at the end of the tunnel--it had burned out.  I knew I wasn't feeling too hot, and kept praying I wouldn't get sick until I nursed the baby. Halfway through, there was no time for more, I had to get her in bed fast so I could run to the bathroom. Oh my gosh. It was horrible. She screamed the entire time! How dare I take her boob away!! How selfish of me. 

I called my husband while she finished nursing. He called in help from his mom. I manned the fort for 3 hours before she got here. It was not easy. Every little move made me nauseous. Finally I got the baby down for a nap, and went to my bed. The twins are old enough to keep themselves occupied without my supervision. 

They have come in to "check on me" every 10 minutes it seems like {and that's a big exaggeration, it's more like every 3 minutes, but I'm lucky they love me so much}. 

Fortunately, as of right now, the vomiting was only a one time deal. I'm praying it stays that way, but I'm still making trips to the bathroom about every 10-20 minutes. 

My main concern is Carly getting this nasty junk, and my milk supply. I'm not able to eat anything, and my fluid intake is considerably low compared to normal. 

We had been using thieves oil, but that didn't seem to protect the rest of us from getting this. I plan on difussing the oil, once I get my Grandmas difusser from her. 

Do you have suggestions for keeping my milk supply up while sick? This is certainly not any fun. 

{I also just locked the door, so maybe, just maybe, I can be left alone for a little bit.} Ha! That's doubtful. They'll be beating on the door crying in just a bit. 

The joys of motherhood.