I promised elaboration for the "vomiting extravaganza" and the "disastrous morning" comments in earlier posts. The way I see it is I am being attacked for my Lenten sacrifices. We gave up the 4 C's. Cookies. Candy. Cake. Complaining. The first three have been remarkably easy since who really wants to eat at all when you are doing is cleaning up puke. However, not complaining when you are cleaning up puke for the majority of the past 20 days! is insanely difficult.
So here's the story. Hannah was released from quarantine on Saturday afternoon. Sunday morning I was greeted with a crib full of puke again. Plus a big pile made it on the carpet too which has proved very difficult to get the smell out of this time around. Drew had not thrown up since Tuesday, so I am not sure if this is the Norovirus to be continued or what. He was fine after a bath just like last time, no fever, but still eating bland foods as he had been almost all week anyway. Brian and I split up for Mass so we could both go and Drew could stay home. While he was at Mass and I was doing laundry while Drew napped, another disaster struck. I was running the first load of laundry and scrubbing the crib mattress with oxiclean int he laundry room when I heard a water sound coming from the empty bathroom down there. After exploration, I discovered sewage water (yeah, that's the nice way of saying poop water) was spewing out of our shower drain and then it started coming out of a previously empty toilet as well. I kind of did my initial panicky, run around saying, "What do I do? What do I do?" thing for a few seconds and then turned off the washing machine and the water to the toilet. Score! The poop stopped coming. I sat down to cry and text Brian to call me ASAP when Mass ended. Plumbers came and $600 later we have clear pipes again. However, it could happen again since a pipe at the junction of the city sewage and our sewage is askew and causing the blockage. We have to find out who's responsibility that is to fix.
If you haven't figured out what the 2 P's are yet. Poop and Puke. Apparently these can't be given up for Lent. And if that whole situation wasn't bad enough, Tuesday Drew puked again. While I was cleaning the kitchen after lunch, Genna was playing with Drew. In an attempt to throw him onto the couch (no I did not give her permission to do that,) she missed and he bounced off the side of the couch onto the wood floor. He was crying pretty hard and I didn't see it happen, just heard the retelling of it. I was trying to comfort him, but he was pushing me away and then reaching for me. He started to cough a bit and I held him at arms length thinking he might loose his lunch. He reached for me and I hugged him again only to be immediately puked on. The whole lunch came up all at once. Immediately, I think of a concussion and decide probably not since he has had such a sensitive stomach the last week. Drew and I stood in a pile of puke in the kitchen covered in puke. I just stood there because I was trying to make a plan and that's about when Isaac turned to me from the table and said, "I'm ready for my fruit salad now mom." And that has been my entire February.
These are really minor trials, and yet I am totally buckling. Motherhood is not for wimps. I pretend like I am not a wimp anymore, but I totally am. The sheer amount of laundry I have had to do, times I have bleached the bathrooms and scrubbed the carpet, and times I have had to rinse off puke or clean up poop during this calendar month has done me in. And yet, I can't quit. I have to keep truckin'. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? So maybe by the end of this career of mine I will finally officially not be a wimp and complainer.
P.S. I did watch Drew very carefully that day, and he had no other signs of a concussion.
So here's the story. Hannah was released from quarantine on Saturday afternoon. Sunday morning I was greeted with a crib full of puke again. Plus a big pile made it on the carpet too which has proved very difficult to get the smell out of this time around. Drew had not thrown up since Tuesday, so I am not sure if this is the Norovirus to be continued or what. He was fine after a bath just like last time, no fever, but still eating bland foods as he had been almost all week anyway. Brian and I split up for Mass so we could both go and Drew could stay home. While he was at Mass and I was doing laundry while Drew napped, another disaster struck. I was running the first load of laundry and scrubbing the crib mattress with oxiclean int he laundry room when I heard a water sound coming from the empty bathroom down there. After exploration, I discovered sewage water (yeah, that's the nice way of saying poop water) was spewing out of our shower drain and then it started coming out of a previously empty toilet as well. I kind of did my initial panicky, run around saying, "What do I do? What do I do?" thing for a few seconds and then turned off the washing machine and the water to the toilet. Score! The poop stopped coming. I sat down to cry and text Brian to call me ASAP when Mass ended. Plumbers came and $600 later we have clear pipes again. However, it could happen again since a pipe at the junction of the city sewage and our sewage is askew and causing the blockage. We have to find out who's responsibility that is to fix.
If you haven't figured out what the 2 P's are yet. Poop and Puke. Apparently these can't be given up for Lent. And if that whole situation wasn't bad enough, Tuesday Drew puked again. While I was cleaning the kitchen after lunch, Genna was playing with Drew. In an attempt to throw him onto the couch (no I did not give her permission to do that,) she missed and he bounced off the side of the couch onto the wood floor. He was crying pretty hard and I didn't see it happen, just heard the retelling of it. I was trying to comfort him, but he was pushing me away and then reaching for me. He started to cough a bit and I held him at arms length thinking he might loose his lunch. He reached for me and I hugged him again only to be immediately puked on. The whole lunch came up all at once. Immediately, I think of a concussion and decide probably not since he has had such a sensitive stomach the last week. Drew and I stood in a pile of puke in the kitchen covered in puke. I just stood there because I was trying to make a plan and that's about when Isaac turned to me from the table and said, "I'm ready for my fruit salad now mom." And that has been my entire February.
These are really minor trials, and yet I am totally buckling. Motherhood is not for wimps. I pretend like I am not a wimp anymore, but I totally am. The sheer amount of laundry I have had to do, times I have bleached the bathrooms and scrubbed the carpet, and times I have had to rinse off puke or clean up poop during this calendar month has done me in. And yet, I can't quit. I have to keep truckin'. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? So maybe by the end of this career of mine I will finally officially not be a wimp and complainer.
P.S. I did watch Drew very carefully that day, and he had no other signs of a concussion.
4 comments:
I've been wiping Stella's butt for the entire month which has been very frustrating. She has random bowel issues and it seems no end in sight. Although, I'll take wiping her 10 times a day to cleaning up puke. Like my dad used to say in a really bad storm, "It can't keep going on like this for long." But I imagine being preggo adds to the excitement and exhaustion. :) Prayers for you!
Ive been keeping up with your rough February via your blog. UGH. We had a month like that last October and the the flu filled out January. I'm glad I'm not the only one that has that freezing "what do I do!!!" moment.
Praying your March is just AMAZING!
Oh my goodness. Thank you for doing penance for all of us sinners. I will send wellness prayers for you guys...and thanks for the font change. ;)
Un.be.lievable. You are SUPERWOMAN! You say you buckled, but it sounds like you made it through! I'm so sorry about all that! And I know that moment, too, where you freeze and your brain is going 90 miles/minute--"Stay calm stay calm don't panic what do I do what do I do what do I do?!" Oh boy. Normal life probably feels like a vacation to you now. :)
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