Tuesday, 25 November 2008
Guest post submitted by tedder6
Well, the next chapter of this little competition might get a bit disgusting. I think we need to host a "grossest thing our child/children has/have ever done". Allow me to share with you my story.
Two years ago, I only had three kiddos. Donevin was 3, Isaac was 1 and Bella was about 6 months. One morning, I fed Bella a bottle, only to have its entire contents projected back in my face not a minute after she had finished it. Little did I know that this was just the welcome wagon into flu season. Late that night I ended up taking her to the emergency room, because she hadn't kept anything down the entire day, and I was growing worried.
I stayed at the hospital well into the night, only to have some dingdong doctor tell me that if I had been up to date on her immunizations, and baby check ups (not kidding) then maybe we wouldn't be here. Because lets face it, no child who keeps the well baby check ups ever gets sick. Please spare me. He also told me I shouldn't have given her anything to drink. Please tell me if that makes sense to you? Ok no more ranting, sorry. Back to the story.
So I finally returned home, and the next morning I realized that I was running a 102 degree fever. I didn't eat anything, because I know what goes down, eventually comes up. I laid in bed with Bella all morning and afternoon, and got up around 3 to a house covered in fruit loops and pop corn (what Greg gave the kids to eat all day). Still, although I was sick as a dog, I tried to tidy up the house. Please keep in mind, I was groggy at this point. Being puked on eight times (don't ask me why I kept track, or how I can remember) and sweating out a fever, I wasn't smelling so sweet either.
Finally, I was able to enjoy a nice, warm shower. I put on my pjs and sat down. Then, suddenly, I saw Donevin standing in front of me and he looked very green. He whispered "Mommy I'm not feeling very... BLAH (that was the sound of throwup in case you didn't pick that up). He released an insane amount of bright green puke right onto my clean jammies (guess who ate the fruitloops). So I get up, change my pjs again, sat down to rock D, and Isaac came waddling up and said "Mommy I sicky too aaack...sorry Mommy that's yucky" and then Donevin yelled " EWWW, MOM HE PUKED ON ME, AND ITS BROWN!!!" Ahh, turned out Isaac was my popcorn eater. Remember now, I was still running a 102 degree fever, hadn't eaten anything, was up all night with a sick infant, and had just gotten puked on for the tenth time. Can you guess what my husband decided to do? He did his annual office cleaning!
I don't ever yell at my husband in front of the kids, or really at all for that matter, but guess what. I let a few choice unkind words fly out of my mouth. He then took a chair, and a pot, stuck it in front of the office door and told my one year old to sit there and puke in the pot. Isaac DID sit in the pot but somehow just when he was ready to puke he climbed out and hurried over to me and puked. Puke number eleven hits me. All in all I was vomited upon seventeen times in two days, and needless to say, when I woke up in the middle of the night to get more Tylenol, and saw Greg sitting on the toilet with a bowl in his hands, I was a temporarily mean wife and just smiled a little inside.
Ok, your turn, let's have a gross story share-a-thon!