This has been a really gross week. And I say that in the context of having lived in the same house as two very young children for over 5 years. On Thursday evening at dinner, Lime said his stomach hurt. But, this is something he says (without much meaning as far as we can tell) at least a few times a week, so we didn't pay much attention. Well. Let's just say that later that evening, he won the award for biggest puke in our house ever, and that is with some pretty stiff competition. Without dwelling on the subject, let's just say it wasn't a one-time affair, and that we managed to exhaust both our supply of fitted sheets and of footed pajamas. Mercifully the storm was intense, but brief. After staying home from school on Friday and taking a 4-hour nap, he was more or less restored to good working order.
All seemed to be well after that. Saturday we did the usual things and had a good time all around. Things remained peaceful until about 4 a.m. Sunday, at which point Lemon took over on the laundry-creation front. Sunday was another miserable and gross affair, in which we huddled near non-porous surfaces in our house and utilized an extraordinary number of paper towels. Sunday was the first day in I can't think of how long where we did not even attempt the vest, as there was no way Lemon could have handled it. In the late afternoon, he was feeling well enough that we did do Pulmozyme, just do do at least something to keep the respiratory angle under control. Not wanting Lemon to suffer alone, Lime managed to come up with a brief relapse, possibly brought on by consuming a donut and two pickles in quick succession (his idea, not mine).
Sunday evening, Papa Bear was also not feeling great, although the adult version of this thing seems to confine itself to general malaise and stomach ache without some of the more obvious liquid manifestations. I've had various stomach twinges myself over the last 48 hours, but honestly at this point there is so much psychosomatic stuff going on (not to mention not wanting to touch anything inside my house ever again) that I'm not sure if I have the adult form or if I just think that I might.It does sort of go without saying that this kind of event would occur 3 weeks out from our clinic visit to check for weight gain. I haven't dared to ask Lemon to get back on the scale yet, and I'm hopeful that if we only lost maybe 2 days worth of calories, the ramifications aren't that bad. Although we certainly didn't make any steps forward, hopefully we at least didn't take too many backward.
