I'm surprised the CDC hasn't covered our house in plastic, like in E.T., with airlocks and stuff. Monday afternoon, Simon barfed. Tuesday, he barfed some more and got the squirts. All Wednesday morning, I could feel the nausea getting worse and worse. I left work at lunch time, and by the time I got home, I was in full-blown fever mode, violent shivering and all. I didn't eat anything all day, and still the diarrhea came. Then this morning it came for Diana. All three of us generally hurt all over, in case we weren't pathetic enough. It's not a good scene.
We presumably all have the same thing, but it's weird how it affects us all differently. We don't think Simon has had any significant fever, but Diana may have had some. Neither one of us parents have barfed either, but God knows yesterday I did everything I could to avoid it. Simon has now gone 24 hours without vomiting, but he's been through three pajamas today. I put him down for a nap around 4 something and he's probably down for the count. We also napped, and just woke up in all kinds of pain. We desperately wish we had a hot tub (though it would likely be a bad idea given the digestive havoc we're enduring).
We're all so pathetic right now that it's sort of funny. I still haven't had any significant food, other than a cookie, some Gatorade® and a few pieces of bread. I've lost three pounds already, so there's no doubt that I'm dehydrated. Keeping Simon in the liquid has been challenging.
Yesterday was emotionally jarring for me because I couldn't do anything for my miserable little boy, nor could I help Diana. To hear your baby crying and whimpering and being stuck on your back is just awful. My fever didn't break until about 4 a.m., and this morning I was so tired out of my mind that I couldn't be upright for very long. I did get to feed him though, so that's a plus.
One of our PEPS friends was a total dear and brought us Tylenol, the Gatorade and some soup and bread, which was a lifesaver. PBS and Sprout have also been good for helping us entertain/distract Simon. We don't yet put a lot of TV in front of him, but it has helped when we've been less than engaging.
I'm not sure where we are in terms of beating this thing, but I hope we get through it soon. I assume because we're adults with mature immune systems we can kick it sooner than Simon, but who knows. The aches and pains right now are fairly extraordinary. I can't remember anything like this since The Great Flu of 2001, where my body imploded and I got so feverish and dehydrated that I saw aliens. Thank God it hasn't been quite that bad.