Well, this all started Friday night when Reia came to my room announcing there was "mud" in her bed. As I said, "What?" and rolled over to check it out, all I could smell was...chocolate? She had thrown up the chocolate chip cookies she and Kamryn had enjoyed earlier that evening. At first I figured she had eaten way more than I had given her permission to, and was now paying the price. However, when she started vomiting every 30-45 minutes until 6:00 a.m.--I knew we were about to all be in for it. And we were.
Not only did I only sleep 45 min that night, but I got about an hour the next night because I was in full throws with the stomach flu. One of the joys of parenthood. If the kids get it, a mother will also. Love and comfort comes at a cost I suppose. Anyway, it hit Terry yesterday about 6 p.m. I slept in Reia's room on her trundle last night to keep away from any more germs, and to get some sleep. Three nights in a row might throw me over the edge.
So, please throw up (no pun intended) a little prayer that sweet little Reese doesn't get this. It would break my heart since there really is no way to relieve the traveling sickness; it just has to work its way out.