I am so glad and thankful to be starting a new week. Since we returned home from Utah, if it hasn't been one thing it has been another.
Micah got really sick on the trip home, we thought it was due to the movie they watched going through Montana (he is prone to motion sickness anyway, not a smart idea on our part) I am sure that didn't help any, but little did we know...
Four days later I was up to my eyeballs in VOMIT! Sunday night Creed woke up around 9 puking, this was new to him so naturally he was a bit scared. He became very familiar with it because for the next 6 hours he puked on average 2 times an hour. Right about the time Creed was puking his last (around 2 a.m.) Rob was in the bathroom not knowing from which end it was going to come!
Thankfully, Rob's lasted no more than an hour...we thought Creed was through with it as well, but little did we know...
Monday I had a very tired little boy and I honestly didn't know how it was to go, Creed has never been sicker than a runny nose. So being with him was so strange, he was laying around, quiet and sleeping all the time. Must have been the hand of God granting his little body strength for the next round.
Tuesday we were back to vomiting, than it hit Emma late that night (again, thankfully Emma's lasted about an hour and we kept her home from school Wednesday). Wednesday Creed was still vomiting, Thursday diarrhea and vomit, Friday I took him to the clinic because it was visible that he had lost weight(according to my scale he was down 3 lbs.) He had a good day so I thought he was on the mend, only to start up again Saturday night with more diarrhea and vomit. By Sunday I was on my last leg, and Rob sent me to be with my SIL Sandy as she needed a ride to Fargo to fly home. Rob kept Creed Sunday all day and other than being a bit "crabby" he had a good day. Monday he was back to normal and boy was I ever glad to have my boy back!
We have never had the flu so bad before; I was really concerned about Creed. I don't know if it attacked him so violently because he had never had even a touch of it before or what, but I pray for his sake (and mine) that he can withstand the next time like the rest of us.
Tonight as I was laying him down for bed, we went through our nightly routine and he reminded me of his music (as if I had forgotten before) and then said "Good night, Sweetheart!" Oh, how I love that boy!