I was so looking forward to this past weekend! Abbi had Friday off from school and the weather was supposed to be warm and sunny (yes...that is NOT a typo, I said warm AND sunny!!). I had all of the illusions of grandeur to get the next mound of baby clothes tagged and hung for the consignment sale and more of our "junk" gone through upstairs. I couldn't wait! I should have known better.

Friday was a good day, but we didn't get much done. Abbi and I vegged out most of the morning while Kati was in school and then we all three hung out that evening since Eric had to work. All the real fun started in the wee hours of Saturday morning though!

About 1:45 am, I was awakened by the pitter-pattering of no-so-little feet heading through the living room towards my bedroom. I also managed to hear a frail and weak "Momma" from Abbi. "Uh Oh" I thought and Uh Oh was right. I leapt from the bed and towards the door and greeted Abbi, hold the garbage can from her bathroom, just as she began to throw up!!

My poor sweet, big girl was sick!! And very, very, V-E-R-Y sick she was!! I quickly made a bed for her on the couch so that she would not wake Kati and tried to make her as comfortable as possible. She did not want me to leave her, so I lay at the opposite end of the couch when I wasn't assisting her. I would say I "slept" there all night, but sleep we certainly were not able to do. For the first 4 hours (yes, I timed it) she threw up every 4-7 minutes! Mind you, after the first three or four times her little tummy was empty, so the rest was just that horrible heaving! Around 6 am, she slowed down and would only heave about every 15 minutes from that point on, she slowly vomited less and less.

As a mother, I felt completely helpless. Here was my sweet little girl, sicker than I have ever seen her and there was absolutely nothing I could do to help her! My heart broke for her all night long. The next morning I was able to speak with the nurse at the doctor’s office and she told me that if it persisted they would call her in Phenergan...HALLELUJAH! She suddenly stopped throwing up, so I did not call the doctor back while they were still in the office...after all, she was not throwing up any longer. That was a huge mistake. As soon as the doctor’s office closed (literally 12:02) she began again, with the same furry as before! I called the on call nurse, praying that she would call in the medication. Apparently, everything that is said by the nurse in the doctor’s office goes out the window and no longer applies after hours, though. I was quite irritated with this woman, as I am sure you can imagine. At this point it was 4 pm (it took forever for them to call me back) and my baby had been throwing up for nearly 13 hours and she just said to "Let it work it's course" !?!?!?!?! Well, fortunately, we were at the tail end of it all and she calmed down around 5 pm and was good from there on out.

Well, our beautiful Saturday was shot, because I slept when I could and took care of Abbi the rest of the time...Eric had reserves, so he wasn't there to join in on the "fun". Sunday, we rested most of the day and did manage to get out to the shed and organize some things for a few hours in the evening, but nothing that I really needed to do.

That brings me to Sunday night. I ran to the store to grab some things for lunches this week and as I walked back in the front door I stepped back in time...this time though, it was a different child. My poor little Kati bug was now the one with this evil demon!! Kati can't afford to get sick like this, the wind already just about carries her away!

Last night was much better than I anticipated, though. Kati, while very sick, did not seem to get it as bad as Abbi. The issue I had with Kati is, she did not wake up before she started throwing up, though, so I had to be on my toes and notice the cues that she was getting sick again so we could at least make her head over the trash can!! Kati has slept almost all day today, but seems to be much, much better this evening. She is at least no longer vomiting!

So, now that the kids are on the road to recovery, the big question is...Who is next?? Momma or Daddy? It seems I would be the logical choice since I have basically rolled in the kids yuck since Friday, but I have decided that I am NOT going to get this. So I am thinking that Daddy is the next in line! I guess time will tell. And I will keep you posted on whether will power will keep away the throw-up demons!!!