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The Super Bug

in Giggles on October 3, 2016

  So, I have gotten roughly twelve hours of sleep since Thursday…today is Monday.  No, my husband did not take me back to Las Vegas to party like a rock star.  The reason for my lack of shut-eye is much less exciting and much more disgusting.

My house has been attacked by this season’s latest Super Bug.

Trust me when I say, it is a whopper.  It all started on Thursday evening.  I arrived home around 8:30 after driving for over an hour across Houston for a football game for my cheerleading daughter, only to be greeted promptly at the door by my panic-stricken-fifteen-year-old son.  He ran up to me and said, “MOM! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?  YOU GOTTA GET UPSTAIRS!  NOW!!”

Apparently, my youngest child had been praying to the porcelain god for about ten minutes, and his brother was freaking out.  For the record, this was so not what I wanted to walk in to after a supremely long day…but then again, I imagine this wasn’t exactly how my kiddo wanted to end his day, either.  We bounced between his bed and the bathroom and the floor and the bathroom every-single-hour-of-the-entire-night.

It was awesome.

The fever hit around 11:30 Friday morning…102.3

To  the doctor we went.  He tested negative for the flu, but the doc didn’t rule it out completely.  My poor baby looked like he had been hit by a fast-moving train.  We headed home with a script for nausea meds and my fingers crossed that the other two kiddos at home would be spared.

So much for luck.

At 1:30 Saturday morning, Emma went down.  Same song and dance…different kid.

I spent all day Saturday with gallons of Clorox attached to water canons, hosing down my entire house.  I wiped down walls, door knobs, light switches.  I bleached floors.  Sprayed Lysol on furniture and stair rails.  I scrubbed every surface of every bathroom in my house.  The only building that smelled more sanitary than my house might be a hospital.

By Saturday night both Emma and Elliott seemed to be perking up…but only slightly.  Ethan was exhibiting no signs of crashing.  I was feeling sluggish, but seriously, I had not slept in two days.  That will have an effect on a person.

Sunday I totally used as a day of rest.  Em was still running a low-grade fever.  Elliott was okay, just supremely low on energy.  Ethan was great.  I was exhausted.  I went to bed around 9:30-10:00, and thought we were in the clear.

At 3:30 my phone rang…it was Ethan calling from upstairs.

The Super Bug took the last kid down.  So now, here I sit.  Watching my three sick babies.  Each one laying on different chair, couch or love seat.  Not one of them has enough energy to move, fuss, or fight…wait, let me rethink the down-side.  Just kidding.  I hate seeing them sick.  In the early stages of this virus, all they can do is moan.  It is so sad.

Here is what I can offer you, should your babies get hit with the Super Bug this year:

1. Don’t freak out.  Vomit happens.
2. Keep a small bathroom trashcan handy and line it with grocery bags (double bag it)
3. Call your pediatrician, and ask for nausea medicine.  If your kiddo doesn’t have to throw up, no reason for it.
4. Invest in Clorox wipes.  They are super handy to have around. Wipe down EVERYTHING.
5. Buy a few bottles of pump hand sanitizer and place them in the most frequently used areas of your home.  This prevents (hopefully) the spread of germs.

I sincerely would not wish this on anyone.  My “babies” are teenagers, and I still slept on the floor of each one all night because each one said, “Momma, please don’t leave me.”  I knew when each one was about to be sick…knew it before they did.  How?  I’m their mother.  Moms know things.  Wash your hands.  Take your vitamins.  Eat healthy…your kids will get sick anyway.  Sorry, twisted sense of humor.

Here’s hoping your day is totally germ FREE!

-Dallas

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