No More

Those are the words that are going through my mind right now.

No more. Please no more. I just want my children happy and healthy again.

Yesterday morning began with our two little boys throwing up. After changing the sheets and bathing them, I went to wake Nathan up for school and noticed he had our designated throw up bowl beside him on the night stand. That definitely wasn't a good sign.

Nathan was so nauseated and weak that he stayed in bed until nearly 4:30 pm. He missed his classes and couldn't eat or drink anything. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law, Cheryl, helped me tend to two very sick babies. She arrived on Saturday for a week long visit and was immediately put to work! We have been two busy ladies as we change outfits, sheets, and clean carpets.

I told her, "Well, at least it isn't as bad as last spring break!"

I probably spoke too soon. A few hours later, once the twins were resting and the frenzy of taking care of everything settled down a bit, I realized I was feeling sick as well. Cheryl sent me to bed, and I awoke to the babies screaming a little while later. They were feeling so miserable and continued to throw up and have horrible diarrhea. They had never thrown up before so their faces of scared confusion were the saddest things I have ever seen. Over the course of the day, we bathed them five times, changed the bedsheets at least four times, and continually encouraged Ezra and Elliott to drink water and eat.

Finally, we managed to get them to bed for the evening. A few hours later, they were covered in throw up again and up for the night. Nathan was still sick, and even though I felt awful, I did my best to help Cheryl take care of Ezra and Elliott. Nathan tried to help as much as he could and held Ezra after he asked for "Dada." It was so adorable that we all about cried when he was asking for Daddy.

We finally went to bed around 4 am, and unbeknownst to me, Cheryl was back up at 5 am with both boys.

Today wasn't any better. Ezra and Elliott had no energy and just cuddled with us all day. Ezra's diaper rash is so awful that he spent most of the day naked. He cried when anyone tried to put him down, so, of course, we just held him all day.

I'm hoping tomorrow is better. As a mother, the hardest thing to see is your children in pain. I just want to take it all away and help them in any way possible. Despite all the sickness going around, I am fully aware that Nathan and I are lucky to have Cheryl here visiting. Even though this may not be a very fun spring break for her, I have no idea how we would be surviving without her help. Two sick toddlers and a sick husband is not something I want to handle alone!