Barf

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Chaz started feeling bad on Friday afternoon. His stomach wasn't happy and I was praying it was the chicken salad he had at lunch earlier that day. By Friday night, he was miserable with some sort of stomach thing. We kept him contained in our bedroom and bathroom and really did our best to sanitize everything. I did not want what he had. I was so desperate to kill the germ, I washed my washing machine!

Sunday night I started to have a stomach ache and by 10pm......it was on. I was up all night. I vaguely remember falling asleep around 7am. I was on the verge of death. I woke up at about 8:30, still sick to my stomach but also with a racing heart and very, very dizzy. Chaz had taken the day off to be with Noah and I decided to have him take me to urgent care.

I was really dehydrated. So much so that they started me on IV fluids. They also gave me Zofran to stop the vomitting and Stadol. I have to say, the Stadol was GROOVY!  I spent about 3 hours there and then came home and got back in bed and slept for almost 15 hours. I don't think I've ever been more sick in my life.

We had a friend who was a nurse that worked in a surgery center.  He gave us boxes of the alcohol cloths that they use to wipe down things in the operating room.  Imagine a handtowel that is soaked in straight up alcohol.  That's basically what these are.  Chaz has wiped down every door knob, every handle, every sink, every counter......  I pray my children don't get the same virus because it was horrible.  I cannot imagine a child having to experience it.  I didn't feel like I was going to survive.  I don't know how to keep them from getting dehydrated and it all in the bathroom...if you know what I mean.  Ever time they say their tummy hurts I freak out.  I hope that they are immune and were the carriers.  Oh...I HOPE.