Don't Eat Spaghetti...

...if you think you're going to be sick. I ate spaghetti. You don't need those details. You're welcome.

I will however elaborate a bit on the goings on in the Snyder household this week. It's not been pretty. Here's the story: Chandler didn't have class on Monday, thank God, except for a timed, online exam. We had such a good day hanging out and getting some things accomplished around the house. I even recall making the comment that it had been a good day. Then... it rained down. We had laid Waverly down for a nap and she just wasn't going down easily. When Chandler went to check on her, she was laying in vomit. We stuck her in the bathtub and while we were dressing her, she vomited again. Before we made it downstairs, she had vomited three more times; it was on her bedding, changing table, and all over Chandler and myself.

We finally figured it out and for the next three hours, Waverly only wore a diaper, bib and socks. Good thing too because she would not stop throwing up. We eventually called the after hours number for her doctor which happens to be UK Children's Triage. The nurse instructed us to wait two hours after her last vomit session before introducing a teaspoon of Pedialyte. Unfortunately, we never made it to the two hour mark and after throwing up ten times in three hours, we took her to the hospital afraid she was dehydrating. At the hospital, she vomited three more times and, thankfully, they were able to give her anti-nausea/anti-vomiting medicine and she took a few ounces of Pedialyte. They checked her for an ear infection and UTI. She was such a trooper the whole night. The only time she cried was when the nurse did the urine catheter (HORRIBLE!!!!). That was the only time I cried too. It was awful. Finally, we were discharged at 12:30a. I was so glad they didn't feel the need to admit her or start an IV; that would have been my nightmare.

Having not eaten since 5:00 pm Monday evening, Chandler and I stopped at Papa John's for a pizza... they were already closed and it was a blessing that they took our call because we were so hungry. We were all in bed by 1:00 am and praying that the worst was over.

On Tuesday, Chandler went to work and I did the whole Pedialyte/formula/no solids routine with Waverly. It was a good day, but the worst was only yet to come. We made it through Tuesday evening, then on Wednesday I had Waverly dressed in a cute outfit, ready to take her 6 month photo (her seventh month birthday is in 15 days...). I sat her in her bed while I prepared the props and camera. That's when I heard it. She threw up once more after that and hasn't again since.

I did, however, call Chandler after she threw up the second time, asking him to come home. If it was going to be anything like Monday, I needed all hands on deck. He made it home around 4 and boy, it was just in time. He commented that he wasn't feeling so well, so I made him eat some crackers and soup in an effort to curb the nausea. It doesn't matter because when you're going to be sick, you're going to be sick. And he was sick. I also went ahead and ate some spaghetti. I wasn't feeling the best, but purposely remained in denial because I knew I couldn't be sick and take care of a sick baby and husband. I told myself and truly made myself believe that I didn't feel well because I hadn't eaten very well that day. I'd only had two pieces of toast and a peanut butter sandwich. I just needed a hearty meal and some carbs and I would be good to go. To reiterate, when you're going to be sick, you're going to be sick. And I was sick.

All night, from about 4:00 pm until about 12:30 am, Chandler and I were horribly sick.  For a lot of the night, I camped out in the downstairs bathroom, literally sleeping with my head on the toilet, forcing Chandler to run upstairs. When we weren't in the bathrooms, we slept on the couches. Or didn't sleep as was the case most of the night. As I described it to my mother-in-law, it was the apocalypse at our house.  We both lost about six pounds, were dehydrated, and have rarely been so sore in our lives. If it weren't for our moms, though, I don't know how we would have survived. I had to call my mom and have her keep Waverly for the night. Then, when she brought Waverly home the next day, Chandler's mom took a half day off of work to keep her until about 9:00 pm Thursday.

When Waverly finally came home for good, my fever broke and we both felt better. It was so good to sleep in our own bed last night and helped relieve some of the soreness. Chandler went back to work this morning and I've got a lot of disinfecting to do!