Puke, puke, pukety puke

It finally happened. Our house was attacked by a stomach virus, and Sophie was the only one it spared. I woke up about 2:30 Friday morning to the lovely sound of Dan throwing up. I thought I was imagining it, but after listening for a few minutes I realized he was indeed throwing up. I got up to check on him and he told me he'd been sick for hours, and that he thought about calling 911.

WHAT? 911 because you're puking? I didn't say that, but I certainly thought it. Men are such wimps!

I went back to bed, but never back to sleep. The power of suggestion is strong, and I of course thought that I was going to start throwing up as well. I finally got up about 6:30 to check on him, where in all honesty it DID look like he was on his deathbed. He started mumbling about the ER again, and I told him if he was still miserable when Melissa (our sitter for that day) arrived, I'd take him to Urgent Care.  I was starting to feel really gross myself.

I walked down our hallway and could SMELL puke. Ugh, gag. I went to see how bad he had left the bathroom, but to my surprise it was spotless, but the smell was just overwhelming. I even checked the shower for any signs of nastiness. Nothing. There I was at not even 7 am and I decided to clean the already clean toilet. I HAD to get rid of the smell. It didn't help. I lit candles. Didn't help. I finally gave up and got in the shower, and then oops my body was telling me I was going to have something coming out the other end. Lovely.

Finally dressed, the smell of puke was nauseauting (pun, intended). I walked in to Sophie's room, where Connor has been sleeping while we are letting him "cry it out" a bit.  Poor little red headed man was covered in dried puke. Ahh. Well, at least I found the reason for the smell. I stripped him, wiped him off as best I could and  went to wake Avery. Boom. The smell of puke when I walked into their room almost knocked me to the ground. She also was covered in it. Stripped her. Stuck them both in the only puke free crib. Stripped both cribs. Went to get bathwater ready for them, and then I finally puked. It wasn't even 8 am.

Luckily, only one baby threw up (just once) after that. I have no idea which one it was, but I found a pile of puke later in the day. They rebounded fairly quickly.  I only threw up once, but it was everything else that goes along with a bug like that that really did me in. The chills, sweating, achiness...my FINGERS hurt. That was the sickest I've seen Dan in 12 years, but he also rebounded fairly quickly.

I do not know how, but Sophie was spared. I certainly didn't have the energy to make sure she stayed away from babies. I figured if she was going to get it, it was inevitable. Later Friday morning I went to look for her, and found her face down on the floor in the twins room. I thought "uh-oh here it comes," but nothing, thankfully.

And that's the story of how we survived our first house-wide stomach bug. Don't want to do that again any time soon.