If ever I would say a mother sometimes just has a sixth sense (what it’s for I don’t know, it changes depending on what’s needed!), I’d say that yesterday I had ‘it’. In the afternoon I was trying to figure how many months the kids had been healthy. As in no flu, throwing up or seriously bad colds or coughs. I think I got back to October (when the kids all got the swine flu) – anyways being that it’s winter it’s been a very long stretch and I’m very thankful. I wondered if them having the swine flu (instead of getting immunized against it) built up their immune system…but I won’t open that can of worms today. I thought back to March of last year when I wrote the Just Heard Vomit Edition and wondered if March would bring the flu again.
Well, I guess I knocked on wood.
After some late night texting with a friend and then staying up for a chat with my husband, it was closer to midnight when my head hit the pillow. By 2 AM Audrey was awake with diarrhea in her sleep. She wouldn’t go back into her bed so she snuggled in with us. Then around 4 AM I heard “Mama!” in a panicked, shaky voice and since Audrey was sleeping on me, Chris ran but as he walked in the room he heard:
“It’s too late, you’re too late – I throw uped” from Caleb.
I sprinted for the kitchen for a bowl (isn’t it amazing how fast you can move in those moments?). But didn’t make it back for round 2. As I hand over the bowl and start stripping the bed, now I’m hearing a quiet little voice “Mama, ope”. Audrey has woken and climbed out of our bed and is standing behind the shut door asking for it to be opened. She wanders out and wants in on the action.
Now 5 out of 6 are awake. Good times.
I marvel at what a routine we have even though we only do this once or twice a year. We don’t even talk we just work, do what we do…pull out the sick bed mattress, make a new bed there for Caleb, start the wash, get a wet washcloth, etc. By 4:30 Caleb is snuggled into a clean bed on our floor, Chris is up and ready to go to the gym (not even joking about that, he really was!) and Audrey and I are tucked back in my bed.
Caleb whispers to me “Mama, did you know my tummy is hurting?”
I smile and kiss his head. “Yes, I did know that.”
He asks “Can you lay with me?”
I think, well you do smell like vomit but… “Yes, just for a minute.”
It took an hour for the adrenaline to wear off. Sleep came, a very tiny bit of it in between helping Caleb a few more times. But it was good.