Saturday, Feb. 14th, 1:45 am: I just settled into bed. Mr. Schmitty and I stayed up; he playing Xbox and I reading blogs.
2 am: R. comes into my room saying her tummy hurts. She proceeds to vomit into the garbage can. (Why do they always vomit in the middle of the night?)
2 - 5 am: I, propped up on pillows, watch my daughter and fade in and out of sleep, waking periodically to hold the garbage can under her chin.
5 am: Switch places with Mr. Schmitty because I'm delirious.
5 - 10 am: R. continues to get sick off and on. She is bundled up on the couch watching a Spongebob marathon. She isn't even interested in the Valentine's Day gift she got.
10 am - Sunday, Feb. 15th, 5 am: R. has managed to hold down liquids and some cheerios. She seems like she is doing okay. It must have only been a 12 hour bug.
5:05 am: R. vomits again. WTF?!
5:05 - 5 pm: R. flip flops back and forth from being able to keep liquid down for a while and then, just when you think it's over, it starts again.
5 pm: Suddenly Mr. Schmitty doesn't feel well. He rushes to the bathroom. He begins the nightmare.
5:10 pm: Now I become nauseous.
5:30 pm: I run to the bathroom.
5:30 - 6:15 pm: Mr. Schmitty is in the upstairs bathroom. I am in the downstairs bathroom. My daughter is in the living room with a garbage can. I run back and forth between my toilet and her. The boys don't know what to do with themselves. I'm trying to keep them away but they want to help.
6:30 pm: R. falls asleep on the couch. I am lying in the hallway outside of the bathroom with my head on the step going into the laundry room. Mr. Schmitty practically crawls downstairs to me. We call the neighbor who is a member of the town first aid.
6:35 pm: He comes over, accesses and calls an ambulance.
Now, nothing the Schmitty's do is without excitement, so picture this:
When the neighbor called the ambulance, he was sent to the county dispatch instead of our town first aid. He said he had a family with flu-like symptoms. They thought maybe CO poisoning (Carbon Monoxide), so they sent police, the fire chief, a fire truck, AND an ambulance. The neighborhood was lit up like the 4th of July.
We are close to a lot of neighbors so EVERYONE was out there. R. was carried out. I was helped out by a police officer because I thought I might pass out, and Mr. Schmitty was almost forgotten in the john. My brother-in-law came to watch the boys until my sister-in-law could get here. He wouldn't come near the house so he stayed with them in the car. (wimp-ass)
Once we got to the hospital, they gave us IV fluids and meds to stop the vomiting and stomach cramping. Mr. Schmitty and I were discharged at midnight but R. needed to stay overnight for more fluids. He and I stayed, sleeping on chairs, until she was discharged at 4 pm on Monday.
We are all home. The boys, thankfully haven't shown any signs of coming down with it yet. R. is doing great. Mr. Schmitty and I are still feeling like we got run over, repeatedly, by a MACK truck. But we're getting there......little by little.