|Last time I felt like this we ended up like this...|
I think we've avoided it this time...
It was close. There were moments when I thought I was going to have to and was trying to imagine rousting the kids out of bed and getting them into the car, because there was no way I could drive at that point with the room swimming and voices sounding increasingly far off and faint.
The flu has hit our house (again) and oh what a not fun strain it is.
I'll spare you the details, but I lost 6 lbs yesterday and dehydration was a major worry about 9 pm last night when I started feeling like I was going to pass out. I could only picture the disaster that me-who-was-afraid-to-leave-the-bathroom would be if I spent hours waiting in an ER. There was nothing I could imagine in that moment that sounded worse.
I'm not a fan of being sick in the first trimester. There's nothing I feel safe taking at this point in pregnancy any longer. Especially not Tylenol. This is one of the worst flu bugs I've ever experienced. I feel like it rivals the great mystery virus of 2011 that landed me in the hospital with infectious disease for five days.
Paul came down with the same thing early this morning, which puts us in the not-so-fun position of having three kids who are up and ready to greet the day (bright eyed and bushy tailed) and two parents who would really, really like to stay in bed and pull the covers up to their ears.
|The little people still expect food every few hours...|
And while I imagine they'd be thrilled with rice cakes
and popsicles, I know I have to aim
a little bit higher...
And while I haven't had solid food stay in my tummy for 24 hour, I'm managing some Popsicles and tiny sips of water, which is a huge, huge improvement over yesterday afternoon.
I did have a split second panic attack (delusion) upon seeing Ebola Hemorrhagic Fever trending on Facebook until I quickly checked twice to make sure it wasn't in Michigan (kidding... kind of...).
I just hope the kids don't get this, especially Mae and Patrick, who just wouldn't understand what was going on.
In totally unrelated news, this morning while Paul was stumbling around trying to find wipes, Patrick picked up a container or wipes and said "Here Daddy!" in a proud, clear little voice. At 16 1/2 months he is our earliest talker by a year and a half.
Now back to figuring out how to make dinner when the thought of touching (or worse smelling!) food makes me want to run and hide in the bathroom. And trying to be not-to-whiny and offering it up (fail? Kind of fail?). Somebody ought to make good use of this feeling!