After Hayden, Justus, and JD were sick we thought we were in the clear. Turned out it was just an incubation time. We got another wake up call Saturday night. This time Eli had gotten sick. We got him settled in our room and got to work cleaning up the mess. Jerry started the washing machine with the bedding while I scrubbed the wall and the bed.
It was a long night for all of us. Unlike the others, Eli didn't just throw up once or twice. He was up several times. Poor kid. By morning he was feeling much better and was disappointed to hear he wouldn't be able to eat the same breakfast as the others or go outside to play.
The rest of the week was uneventful and, once again, we thought it was over. One of the boys asked if we would finally be able to go to church since we have missed several weeks because of this and I joked and said, "Yes, unless Wesley gets sick." Famous last words! Late Friday night we got yet another call from the boys room. Wesley had his turn. What a difference a few years makes as far as being able to get to the bathroom. No mess to clean up this time.
Wesley had a long night similar to Eli's. While the rest of the gang started their day, Wesley took it easy in our room. Since he is a bit older I felt comfortable letting him rest without staying right in the room. My mom (who is here visiting) took on a little project outside (cleaning the outdoor lights that surround our whole house) so I went out to assist. Both Jerry and I were in and out checking on him.
By the time lunch rolled around I didn't feel so good. Jerry fed the boys and the baby. I decided to skip lunch. I continued to help my mom and started to feel worse and worse. I put the baby down for her nap a little before 2pm and laid down on the couch. That is pretty much the last thing I remember until Monday morning.
At some point I moved to my bed. I know various people came in to our room to check on me. I hate throwing up and will do anything I possibly can to avoid it. The best way for me to avoid it is to sleep. That's why I take lots of naps when I have morning sickness. Noises also bother me when I am nauseous. Thankfully, I only threw up once Saturday night. Since the boys seemed to recover so quickly I was hoping I would wake up Sunday morning feeling better. Unfortunately, that was NOT the case. I stayed in bed and slept most of the day. No Super Bowl fun for me.
Jerry made a few of the game day snacks we had planned and my parents joined him and the boys for a bit too. I did not watch one minute of the game or see one commercial. I did manage to drag myself to Annabeth's room to nurse her before bed. She only nurses twice a day now and I had skipped two. I didn't want my illness to be the reason she weaned. I'm not sure she got anything. Since at that point I am sure I was pretty dehydrated having not had anything to eat or drink since Saturday at breakfast. She is still nursing so it worked out fine.
Having slept all day, I wasn't sure I would be able to sleep Sunday night. But, thankfully, I slept great. It was slow going Monday when Jerry went back to work. It took me a long to time to get breakfast ready and I worked up a sweat cleaning up afterward. Thankfully, my mom was here to help a bit.
Tuesday I was finally feeling a little more myself. It was a speedy recovery from then on. It's been a week now and no one else has gotten sick or had a relapse. Only Jerry and Annabeth were spared. I am so glad the baby didn't get it. It is so hard for little ones since you can't really explain what is going on.
I don't want to do that again for at least a couple years!