Like Moths To A Flame

As promised, I’m going to post about the stomach bug that made its way through our house. Aside from sleep or a Star Wars marathon, nothing good happens between the hours of midnight and six in the morning — not in my over 30 world, anyway. As such, I’m going to skip over certain details and mainly talk about my kids.

To get started, here’s an idea of how I looked last Tuesday after the late night festivities.

That’s not someone you’d want to be hanging out with, is it? No, that’s someone you’d want to send a text saying, “Hope you feel better, and stay the hell away.”

That’s how most people would act. Maybe a spouse would poke his head in and ask if I wanted a drink of water or something. Or maybe he wouldn’t and get on my shit list, cough.

As you’ve likely already gathered, my children aren’t most people.

The kids were told to stay out of my room, but nothing makes them want me more than a) being on the phone or b) being sick. It sounds like Baby Girl is trying to break the door down when my husband locks it, and Little Man will grab his library card and push it between the door frame and the lock to open the door. They both have their reasons for wanting to get to me, though — very different reasons.

Remember Baby Girl’s obsession with the doctor? She loves going, and when she knows someone isn’t feeling well, she becomes very opportunistic.

I had to break it to her that, no, I wasn’t going to the doctor. “This is a virus; we don’t go to the doctor for viruses.” Not the 24-hour type, anyway.

“We go to the doctor and get you a band-aid! And a shot! And she listen to your heart with the stethoscope!”

“No.”

“We get an ambulance and go to the hospital and see doctor there?” One last shot.

“No.”

And then she largely lost interest in me.

Now for Little Man.

Little Man is a very empathetic child — he can’t stand it when I’m not feeling well and is very protective and will fawn over me. He’ll take it upon himself to bring in a trash bag to throw up in, a cold drink, and a snack, and offer to turn on my favorite TV show. He makes my heart melt with his thoughtfulness, and he’s been this way as long as I can remember.

It’s hard to say “no” to that. I gave in to a quick cuddle, explaining that I didn’t want him to get sick, too. That brief cuddle was enough, though, since the next night, this happened —

He was fine at first, but a few hours later, I heard, “Mommy, I feel like…” and then the poor kiddo puked everywhere. He happened to be lying between my husband and me in the bed when it happened, so my husband woke up to less-than-pleasant circumstances.

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Author: Erika

I’m a SAHM to two kids. When I’m not doing all the typical mom things (diapers, soccer, etc.), I like writing, reading, and playing games. Clearly I live the life of a rock star.

35 thoughts on “Like Moths To A Flame”

    1. The night he got sick, he moved to the other side of the bed after we changed sheets and told me not to get near him or he’d get sicker. Doesn’t work that way, son.

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  1. Oh you poor family! I was SO happy when the kids were able to take themselves to the bathroom when they felt the “motion sickness” coming on. Sometimes I even woke up to go see if they were okay…sometimes I just heard about it the next morning 🙂

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  2. I was the one sick this time in the house with the very same virus. Was down and out Thursday night into Friday and didn’t go to work. It’s almost like the virus is smart enough to know the most inconvenient time to hit and just laugh the whole time at you while turning your life into a real life scene from The Exorcist. My family knows better than to be around me when I’m sick, because the fuse is microscopic and I really think I channel hell at certain points. Hope the family is better now as I am.

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  3. Oh geez, liking this post was hard… 😦 Having a sick mom is unfortunate enough, having a kid barf over the parents – in bed – is literally a nightmare you couldn’t write any better (worse??). Thank God you’re better now! (Right???)

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  4. Sorry you and your little one had the misery of sharing a virus. That’s never fun. 😕

    Perhaps you should’ve taken your daughter up on her offer of getting you that thrilling ambulance ride before your son came in for a loving snuggle. 😄

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  5. Yeah. That’s awful.
    I love how LM’s so thoughtful, I really do — what a good heart.
    What’s with BG and the doctor? Do they have lollies? My dog LOVES to go to the vet. I’ve asked her why, but she’s withholding. No biscuits. I can’t figure it out.

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  6. Ahh! Thank you so very much for the comically vivid visuals. I loathe the stomach bug like nothing else. Hoping you’re all past it now! And nothing like waking up to puke — mommy solidarity!!

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