Just when we thought it was safe...a new virus enters the house! That's right, now we have stomach flu! Drew came down with it at dinner last night. Luckily, I saw it coming and hustled him away from the table before we had a mess on our hands!
So, now it is 3:30 in the morning, and I am writing this because, well. it's the middle of the night, my baby's sick and there is no where for me to lie down. He's got the couch-as he should, and the rocker and chair in here don't quite cut it. I had tried sleeping in my bed between his bouts of throwing up (our room is off the living room), which have been every 45 minutes to an hour. That plan worked until I came in at 2:30, and he said, "Mom, you said all I had to do was call Mama, and you'd come, and you didn't!" (Apparently, I missed a bout.) OK, I feel like the absolute worst Mom in the world right now, so here I stay, by his side waiting for the next round, and praying to the Blessed Mother every time he throws up that this will be the last time for him.
This kind of throwing up scares me. He literally has nothing left in his system. I have learned by now, that our pediatricians will say to just wait it out. I ended up in the hospital 3 times as a child for dehydration. I think about how scary that must have been for my Mom, and wish she was still here to talk to about it. Instead, I am asking her and my Dad to watch over him and let this pass quickly. So, if you have a second, say a quick prayer for my little Drew ( I know he's not so little anymore, but he is my baby-they all are!), and also for our family as I am sure that the other boys is not far behind.