Any Given Sunday

Soul-filled Sundays have morphed into 'Any Given Sunday,' space where I share events and inspiration in the form of stories of any and every thing that has added depth to my life. 

The Bug 

It started with some milk. My baby boy woke up to nurse on an early Wednesday morning. A few hours later, I wake up to hear drums playing in my baby's stomach followed by projectile regurgitations. Too tired to get up after the second time, I had burb clothes, towels, wipes and receiving blankets at arm’s reach.  

Fast forward to Friday morning. The big three laughed and played all the way to school. Afterschool we went to my job. Each kid played until about six in the evening. I had now swallowed those drums that were in baby boy’s tummy that passed Wednesday. Thing 1 approached me looking green faced. Before we could exit the building, he was keeled over the nearest garbage can.

Goodbye, fun-filled weekend. As the phone calls and texts came in checking on Thing 1, messages also came in stating who else had become sick. My baby is officially a ‘terrorist’ he took out a whole household after being exposed to a virus at daycare. 

How To Survive ‘the bug’: 

Ask for help- my husband was not sick and therefore had to make the liquid run. Pedialyte and Powerade, please. 

Layers and buckets- After bathing, I gave Thing 1 a bucket and tucked him in. I then bathed with the baby and put two layers of covers on to sweat out my fever (the bath knocked the baby out).

Lysol and bleach wipes- Every room , every door knob, every area touched by vomit.

Stay hydrated

Crack a window  

Rest

Lesson 

Always follow your instinct.  

I was going to call out of work on Thursday and Friday. Although baby had no fever for twenty-four hours, he was still carrying ‘the bug.’ 

Sorry guys, prayerfully there will be no next time but, I will surely use better judgment. 

Happy Sunday,

Shay Nefeteria