Probably when everyone in my house had viral gastroenteritis and there was vomit. Everywhere.
One Sunday, I felt a bit nauseated. And then … I prayed to porcelain goddess like I hadn’t in quite some time. I was so sick I actually went to urgent care. That takes a lot for me to do these days.
And then Dan started to get sick while he was out getting me Gatorade.
And then Monday morning, I went to get the boys up and there they were. Covered in vomit. And so sad. It was really the first time they had any kind of stomach bug (well, since the pyloric stenosis for Henry, which wasn’t a bug but did involve projectile vomiting). I felt so awful for them.
We all recovered, of course. But man. That was a nasty couple of days.