We're All Sick

Sick. Sick. Sick.

For over a week, I have been in a constant state of nausea. Then, on Saturday, this feeling of sickness crescendoed into vomiting. JOY.

On Sunday, I stayed in bed all day long. I haven't had a day like that since I was pregnant. Nathan was a gem and took care of Eliza, brought me water, and tried to cheer me up. However, I found myself unable to go to work on Tuesday. Yesterday, I felt I had somewhat conquered this phantom sickness.

Then, Nathan called from work.

He was throwing up. I came home and felt instantly sick again. Nathan and I miseraby sat on the couch, too dazed to move and watched Eliza crawl around. Mercifully, she was calm and easy to entertain for some reason. I put her to bed. A few minutes later, she was screaming. I walked into her nursery. She had thrown up everywhere.

I am now waiting for her sheets to finish drying for the second time in two days (she threw up again today). I can now tuck "Dealing with Vomiting Baby" under my mothering belt. Pedialyte? Check. Monitoring fluid intake? Check. Multiple baths and clothes changes? Check.

On a positive side, it is cold outside and smells delightfully fresh. My front door and windows are open; At least things smell nice inside my house.