As I sit here surfing the internet and encouraging Aubrey to finish some of her dinner, we're having a conversation about poop, her favorite subject as of late.
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Both kids had gotten sick over the weekend. Started with Gerard vomiting in his sleep on Friday night, and then diarrhea followed. I took him to sleep on the couch so I could keep an eye on him, and he did vomit throughout the night. We took him to the afterhours clinic next day where he received a pill to stop the vomiting. He improved a whole lot, but by Sunday evening, I started to feel the funk. For the most part, I thought I caught what Gerard was having. But it ended up being a separate bug -- a flu! Then much later Sunday night, Aubrey vomited in her sleep. That sealed my decision to call in sick on Monday morning, when I felt much worse. Aubrey woke up almost every hour after the vomiting started, and I had to catch her hourly vomits with a steel bowl. We both slept on the couch so that she wouldn't vomit on her precious bed. At that point, all 3 of us were in the living room: Gerard on the red couch, Aubrey and I on the black couch.
Monday morning came, and I asked Egan to stay home from work to nurse us, as I didn't trust my body to be able to do that. I was mostly bed ridden, but only after I woke up from Aubrey's final overnight vomiting. She had a major diarrhea accident but thank goodness that was as far as that got. We both had doctor appointments for the afternoon, and by then, we both had improved. I was up on my feet by evening time doing my usual chores.
