On Saturday, we got up really early and drove to St. Louis to see my husband’s grandfather. We got there around noon, but when Andy called his mom to find out when the rest of them were going to arrive in the city, he found out that his sister, brother and niece, with whom we had celebrated Christmas with two days prior, had some sort of awful stomach bug, so their trip would be delayed.
Awesome.
We were all feeling fine, so we went to lunch at Albert Pujols’ restaurant (Andy is a HUGE Cardinals fan, so he was in heaven), and then we went to visit with Grandpa and Andy’s aunts, uncle and cousins. About an hour after we were there, Andy started to feel sick to his stomach.
Awesome.
After we got back to the hotel and got the kids to bed (reallllly late), Andy started throwing up. And throwing up. And throwing up. He was so sick. And let me just say that the “Man Cold” is absolutely nothing next to the “Man Intestinal Virus.” (Perhaps one of my New Year’s resolutions should be to become a more compassionate wife, eh?) The whole time I was thinking about how being closed up in a hotel room was about one step up from being stuck in an airplane in terms of germ-spreading.
Anyway, he was out for the count that night (which was great, because Sam woke up every hour on the hour) and pretty much all the next day. Before long, the kids and I were completely climbing the walls (and I could not keep Kate up off the floor – why she felt the need to wallow on the disgusting hotel carpet is beyond me), so the three of us went to a local outlet mall and let Kate run around the play area for a while.
Eventually, Andy was feeling better, and we went to the gathering of all his extended family at his grandfather’s house. And all the hassle and trouble of the previous 36 hours seemed worth it when we saw Andy’s 99-year-old grandpa with his great-grandchildren.
We finally got home Monday evening. About two hours after our arrival, we heard Kate yell “Daddy! I threw up in the living room!” And then she proceeded to throw up in the bathroom, the other bathroom, and the trash can for the rest of the night.
Awesome.
And then we got word that Grandpa came down with it, too. Andy felt terrible about passing it on to him. But, when Andy called to check on him yesterday, Grandpa assured him that this was worth getting sick:
Pretty adorable, huh?
Would anyone like to place a bet on when Sammy and I will become afflicted with this disease? Because I’m pretty sure it’s just a matter of time!
Yuck!! I will definitely be hoping you don’t get it. I spent so much time being sick while I was pregnant that I now have a legitimate fear of getting sick. It sounds awful and I hope you can slide by this one!
sorry! I feel for you. we had 4.5 weeks of this at our house beginning just before thanksgiving and ending right before christmas with very little repreive in the middle…i pray you escape it!
It’s kind of like the Houghton/Kasler vacation of ’04 when we went from Kentucky to Florida to Tennessee/Virginia back to Ohio. My mom got sick in Kentucky. Faith got sick in Florida (threw up at Cocoa Beach as her dad yelled, “stand down wind!”). Lucy threw up in Georgia… in the van… which required us to stop at a Wendys and the workers there were kind enough to loan us their cleaning supplies.
Hope you and Sam don’t get sick too badly. At least Andy is better and he can help you… but is it worth it if he risks getting the Male Intestinal Virus again?
I’m sorry, we all started this the nght before Thanksgiving and finished up about a week before Christmas. Even the babe got it, she’s 9 months old.
I hope it’s quick & not too brutal on you!
Good luck!
Hopefully you get it just in time to take a couple more days off work 🙂
I’m sorry y’all have been feeling bad! I hope everyone gets better soon!
Hopefully you get passed over….my hubby’s entire office went through it and he was last to come down with it on the Thurs before Christmas….I just waited for the girls (2 & 4) and I to get it, but now, 2 weeks later, we are still clear!!!! both girls got horrible colds with fevers/the works, but somehow the stomach bug passed us over! Good luck!