This past week has been a bit crazy, in the plague sense. You read that right. The plague. We were hit with it, or what felt like it anyway, and it was pretty much the worst thing ever.
Dominic woke up on Christmas morning so sick. He was laying on the couch while Olivia opened her gifts, but he wasn’t really there. He was in and out of sleep and I seriously felt so bad because I knew he was upset he couldn’t really be in the moment with us. He was super sick the rest of the day and by Friday afternoon, we were starting to see our guy back to his normal self.
Since he was starting to return to normal, we decided to take a family trip to Target. What else do you do when you’re starting to feel better, you know? As we’re walking toward the checkout lanes, I made a quick detour to check out the clothes (I haven’t been to Target in like a week, I had to check what was new ;) and as I was making my way back to the front, I saw a trail of throw up. I said to Dominic, “Oh my god, I thought that was Olivia.“ to which he immediately replied, “Oh, it was.” And then I saw my poor little baby in our cart, with her head down and throw up all over her, all over the cart and all over the stuff in said cart. It was the worst sight. I promptly picked her up and headed straight for the bathroom but not quick enough because she still threw up on my shirt a little bit. Mom mode quickly set in and she was stripped, cleaned up and in brand new pjs that we had to buy on the spot, all in about 5 minutes.
We made a quick stop for large coffees and since my dad was with us and Olivia fell asleep in the car, we left her in there and both ran in. I was all for that plan until I got inside and I realized the vomit on my shirt. I said to Dominic, “ugh! I can only imagine what these people are thinking. ‘Look at that lady with the vomit on her shirt!'” He said, “Oh stop, those are your battle wounds, Mama.”
Battle wounds, huh? I guess that does sound about right.
We came home, made soup and pedialyte popsicles and cancelled any plans we had the rest of the weekend. Honestly, I think when we both saw her throw up, we were immediately reminded of the great stomach flu of 2013 so we were kind of scared. She was so sick though, she couldn’t keep anything down and we couldn’t keep her fever under control either. So sad.