Throw up, throw up, and more throw up...if you think the post is gross try living it.

Early Saturday morning Ellie came in our room, snuggled in our bed, we tickled, laughed, and played. She disappeared like only Ellie can and when I looked in the hall I saw her laying there. I told her to come get back in bed with mommy and daddy. She said "NO" and off she went to the kitchen. That is when I heard the dreaded sound of heaving. I sprung from my bed to see what was the matter when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a miniature human vomiting into a bowl... Ha, that is the end of my Christmas cheer. 
At first I really thought she was just faking because that is what she does when she see's the throw up bowl.  Yes we have a throw up bowl.  I even called her a doofus.  Then I noticed that she really did it this time.  Shoot a little bulimic on our hands.  Then about 15 minutes later again, and 15 minutes later again. and again and again.  She threw up all day.  She was getting pretty dehydrated and not looking so great so off to Primary Children's went headed.  Now, knowing that our other kids might have the bug just festering we didn't want to have anyone come and tend so we left JJ and Emma in charge while we took Ellie.

At the hosptial things looked promising.  She started to pick up and even drank a whole glass of water.  It had been about 15 minutes.  the longest she had kept anything down.  We thought we would be heading home.  They just wanted a urine sample.  I took her to the potty and that is when EVERYTHING she just drank came right back up.  Needless to say we were not going home.  So we call the kids to tell them and it turns out JJ has just thrown up in the TV room all over the carpet.  UGH!  Now I have to call my parents to go over and help the kids.  I should have know that they would also bring their Bissel and clean as well.  Poor them.

It turns out that they want to keep Ellie through the night and run more IV fluids.  So I send Jeron home and we stay at the hospital.  About 2 am comes and I start to feel sick.  Ellie is sleeping so I go and lay in the cot made up for me.  I am getting sicker and sicker until around 5 am I am so sick I am getting a cold sweat.  The nurse comes in and says "You don't look so good"  She brings me a Sprite, I have one sip and bam.  Now it is my turn.  I call Jeron around 9 am to give him a heads up and he informs me that through the night JJ and Emma were both throwing up.  Poor kids.  Jeron was even feeling sick himself.  Ends up that everyone except Elsie gets sick.  We finally get home around 2 pm and are all so exhausted except for Elsie of course.  Here comes the really good parenting moment.  We go to sleep and I mean SLEEP and Elsie is just running wild in the house.  She even answers the phone while we are sleeping and we had not clue.  Poor little thing.  All alone.  We spent the rest of our weekend looking a little something like this. 

Needless to say this was NOT a fun weekend.  We spent a lot of time in a room I really don't like and had to do a lot of laundry, but hey we did it as a family.  I was even suppose to speak in church.  Ha, got out of that one.  Only I really wish I could have spoken instead of felt like this.  Ellie is doing so much better today after she got a SLurpee at 4:30.  Her spirits picked right back up.  I even saw her playing with a Barbie again.  I sure hope Boo really escaped it...even though as I hold  her now I can hear rumbly in her tumbly.  Please no more.  Oh man what a weekend.



To make things even worse we infected our poor friends the Johns'  Get feeling better Griff and Tators.  I sure hope that is all that got it.  No Fun.