Our house was struck by the fall 2014 stomach bug this week. We are really pretty lucky that we usually all catch it at once and then once it cycles through we are done with it. Thankfully, this one was short lived and we survived, albeit, barely considering the small cramped space we are currently occupying while our new house is being built.
I have to say that I hate stomach viruses more than any other illness. Give me a sore throat or cough any day, but nausea and I have never done well together. I absolutely hate vomiting. I would like to say that’s why I was kind of lame at parties in college, but let’s be honest, that had little to do with it.
Strangley, I have no issue with cleaning up my kids and have on more than one occasion tried to catch projectile stomach acid in my hands. But the act itself, is horrendous. I try to talk myself out of it, or trick my body into feeling better, which usually involves stripping down and laying on the cold tile with a wash rag on my forehead. This can cause problems, especially when I’m at work. This trick also doesn’t lend itself to parenting, as laying on the ground is the universal sign to infants and toddlers that it’s time to play.
Children are adorable when they are sick. They want to cuddle you and lay with you and want kisses to make their boo-boo’s feel better. I love cradling my kids when they aren’t feeling better. I love that they come to me to make them feel better. Adults, not so much. Being touched is the last thing I want when I don’t feel well, except maybe trying to eat something. My appetite always takes a hit when I’m sick and it takes a few days to catch back up. All my normal go-to comfort foods make me turn green. That’s basically the best diet ever!
Kidding. Sort of.