Surviving the Stomach Bug
Since having children, one of my biggest ‘fears’ has been the whole family coming down with the stomach bug at once. I’ve heard so many horror stories from other parents regarding this particular issue and I’ve been dreading the day when those horror stories became my reality.
Well, my friends, my fear became my reality this weekend.
Atlas went down first. He woke up early Friday morning getting sick, but he bounced back quick (because he’s a real champ #mygenes). And we had about 24 hours where all seemed normal again. A sense of false hope overtook us. We thought we dodged a bullet. We went out for pizza to celebrate on Saturday night (#bigmistake). Then at about 10pm, I felt something in my stomach that wasn’t quite right. By midnight I was on the bathroom floor begging God to have mercy on my soul. Fast forward 6 hours and I finally crawled back into bed, where I asked Dave to please take care of our children because I had been knocking on death’s door all night (really, I’m only being slightly dramatic here). Fast forward 30 minutes later to Dave bringing Andi into our bedroom, telling me that he ‘just can’t handle her right now because he’s not feeling good.’ I was all, “I need to see you get sick because I think you’ve just got sympathy pains. You’re going to have to prove this one to me, Pal.” He did. A few hours later and he was down for the count. The rest of our Sunday pretty much included Dave & I alternating turns laying on the bathroom floor while the other parent watched helplessly as our children chewed on the dogs’ toys. We finally had a sitter come help us in the evening and she seriously saved us.
As of right now, Atlas is totally back to normal. I’m almost at 100%. Dave is still recovering, but hopefully by tomorrow he’s back in tip-top shape. Little Miss Andi Rose has had an upset stomach, but nothing like the rest of us have had. I’m praying she’s in the clear but I read that germs from a stomach virus can linger for up to 2 weeks so I spent today bleaching & washing & Lysol-ing ALL the things in an effort to make sure Andi Rose stays safe.
You know what I thought about this weekend while I was laying on the bathroom floor though? It doesn’t matter how good of a planner I am – I’m not in control. I can plan every little detail of our day. I can clean the house like an OCD maniac. But at the end of the day, I really don’t have the final say in our lives. Something as simple as a stomach bug can derail all my plans. It might sound strange, but I took a bit of comfort in that thought. I think it is good to be a planner, but I’m also learning it is important to just roll with the punches life occasionally throws. Sunday I just kept saying, “HE is good, even when I don’t feel good. God is in control and I can trust that He is good.”
So that’s that. The stomach virus of 2016. I can cross that fear off my list. It was every bit as scary as I imagined it would be, but we survived.
In other news, I’m down 6 pounds. My plans to make up for that loss include brownie batter + Ben & Jerry’s Milk & Cookies ice cream. But not pizza. Never again will I eat pizza. Ugh. ‘Never again’ seems too harsh. But it will seriously be a long, long time.