Quarantine

As usual, this is a catch up post ... it has been a busy week catching up from almost two weeks of sickness at 97 Whippoorwill.

Short story long - Liana had a cough to close out November that resulted in a double ear infection a few days later. Henry managed to get the cough and on 12/6 went to the doctor for some respiratory issues - turns out he had to be on a nebulizer treatment every 3 hours. I went to bed that night after a 45-3 Patriots trouncing of the NY Jets only to wake up at 1:30 with the stomach bug. I stayed in bed for a day and a half and was planning on going back to work on Thursday when both mama and the Nugget woke up with vomit and diarrhea. At that point it was lockdown and we were on our own to try and get better. What a tough week but we managed to pull through it together under the good old divide and conquer approach.

The Good:

Liana basically decided she was going to be potty trained on 12/4. Shelly was out with the girls and I walked in the bathroom to find Liana with pants down and diaper undone. She said she had to go potty and oh by the way, needed her privacy. She did poo and pee-pee all on her own and then did some more pee a couple hours later. She went 3 or 4 days in big girl underwear without any accidents before the runs set in and it was squirt city.

The Bad:

Obviously the sickness that took over the house - seeing the Nugget throw up for the first time and not know what was happening. We changed the sheets in her bed 2 times - first when she woke up with vomit and then at 1:45 in the morning after she had eaten supper and been throw-up free for 6 hours. Oh, yeah, again the next day when she woke up with diarrhea everywhere - mama got the pleasure of that one.

The Funny:

Okay, it is funny now, but it was gross at the time. Mama and Henry were in the guest bed - mama was sick but feeding Henry. The Nugget needed a diaper change because of yes, the diarrhea. So I took her in her bedroom, laid her down and started wiping. I had the diaper ready when I heard a little toot - she announced, I just tooted. The next thing you know another toot happens except this one is fully loaded with liquid poo that travels at least a foot if not 2 feet right onto my pants and the rug. I tried to dodge it but it was too late. So, I finished the diaper and got the steam cleaner to get it out of the rug. I believe I yelled to Shelly "we need a new rug". And who knows, we still might.


Hopefully this is it for us for the season - I feel like we paid our dues, especially since Henry boy ended up with the runs and a tough cough as well.