My familia is on lockdown. And this is what it looked like today...day four of sequestering ourselves away from people to avoid spreading our germs. My bff and I reading and soaking in the sunshine in our back yard.
The "Easter Bunny Flu" swept down upon our family with a wicked vengeance. By far the most powerful stomach bug I've ever witnessed. Of the 24 merry-makers at my dad's on Saturday, 19 of us have fallen down on our knees to the porcelain god. Over and over and over.
Nora doesn't yet fall upon her knees...instead she sweetly projectile vomited my milk back upon my chest, down my legs, on Daniel's back, atop his slippers, all over the bed. Again and again and again.
The joy didn't stop there...her other emissions were equally forceful. Zipping out of nearly every diaper. Gushing down my legs, across my bare toes, upon the floor, up her back, on towels, on beds, on rugs. Again and again.
As Daniel finally succumbed to the bug, I was so exhausted from retching and nurturing and cleaning and fretting...that I poured him some ginger ale, kissed his clammy forehead and wished him luck as I closed the door. Hours would pass before I would check on him again. Keeping in my own fluids and that of our daughter became a labor-intensive adventure.
True love is when your child covers you in her barf and shit...when you are still dealing with your own...and you sit in this flu-rainbow as she sucks on a Pedialight popsicle, petting her head, kissing her hot cheeks, and singing a Beatles song.
It is my mission not to spread this bug here in Long Beach (apologies to the 100's exposed on the flight home from Washington...that was simply unavoidable). I have canceled all our social plans. I am craving my "Mommy & Me" friends and the interactions for Nora...but alas, Daniel and I are enjoying stomach-friendly meals, short walks, and the brilliant sunshine and gentle breezes of spring.
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