I knew it was only a matter of time. We made it the past year with only 1 cold for the girls.
Well Monday night all hell broke lose. Finley started throwing up out of no where. Poor Mommy was home by herself and having to deal with a pukey baby and Gillian who was upset that Finn was throwing up. After Daddy got home he took over and I went to bed for a few hours.
Tuesday during the day Finley seemed okay. Which was a relief. Maybe it was a fluke? Then Tuesday night Gillian started projective vomiting everywhere. Okay.....this wasn't a fluke. This was a nightmare. She slept with Daddy most of the night on the couch while throwing up a few more times that night.
Wednesday morning Finn was acting upset and needy and wanted to lay on me so I put her up on my chest and she was laying there. Next thing you know she looked up and puked all over me. Ugh.
Wednesday afternoon Daddy and I started feeling nauseous. I was hoping it would pass but no such luck. By Wednesday night Gary and I were both throwing up and all of us had the worst possible diarrhea at this point. (got a good visual yet?)
We were up all night sick. And all day Thursday were sick. I honestly felt like I was going to die. I wish that were a exaggeration but its not.
Today is a new day and while we are still feeling punky we are on the mend. I am working on doing our yucky poopy/vomit laundry that has piled up over the past 5 days and disinfecting the house with Lysol. It makes me exhausted to stand for more than 5 minutes at a time though so this could take a while.......hoping this is the end of the hell. I really just want to feel normal again.