NOTE: Way too much information in the following post. Lots of bodily fluids and none of them are the fun ones.
So Cris and I recently (Tuesday) suffered from a nasty bout of the stomach flu. I had it worse and first (nice, huh?). It was by far the worst night ever of my life. Aside from giving birth, I have not vomited since I was 19 and that involved tequila and was a lot more fun. Giving birth was a 2 on the awful scale compared to Tuesday night. Have I made it clear that it was awful?
But the one shinning bizarre light was Owen. Owen occasionally has nights where he just refuses to sleep at his regular bed time, for whatever reason. So he was up at 10:00 p.m. when I first started to the enjoy the the delights of stomach bile. As I am vomiting into the toilet, Cris comes to comfort me but has to bring Owen, cause what else can you do with him?? Well doesn't he just think this is the funniest thing he has seen in a while. With every wretch, he explodes into giggles. And then of course Cris and I are laughing and I'm barfing and then laughing. It was painful, awful and hilarious all at once. Next time you're bored, try barfing, preventing it from going out your nose and bum, and laughing too hard.
You know how they say kids find something new in all the mundane we do, that we are blessed to see everything through their eyes. Well apparently barfing is fun! I was wrong. So it was a blessing to have him up cause otherwise it would have just been miserable.
I will have to remind him of this when he is clinging to the white bowl after a night of body shots.
PS Pretty much immediately after I was sick, Cris put Owen down in his crib and he fell fast asleep. He'd had enough of the show I guess.
PPS My sister in law got sick too the exact same time and night. We actually think Owen gave it to us. Owen had a little poopy bug on Sunday but was totally fine on Monday. And other than that he has been totally fine- thank god!
PPPS Because we didn't know what was wrong with us, I didn't breast feed Owen for 3 days. So I have given it up even though now I am fine. It was premature for me, but Owen doesn't seem to have noticed. So I guess it was a good time. But the next baby is going to be nursed until they are 3 years old to make up for the guilt from Owen.
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I'm going to pre-absolve you from guilt so you don't feel compelled to nurse your next child until he/she graduates from high school.
If you end up doing it anyway, do it because that is what you want to do, not because you feel guilted into it. So now you have the freedom to choose sans guilt!
Hope you stop barfing soon. I can't watch anyone hurl, I tend to be an empathetic puker and when I am the one barfing? It's a nightmare! Ownen seems to have a great sense of humor, this will also help him after he has those body shots!
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