The Puking Queens

Jason was out of town last Thursday and Friday, so us girls were on our own until late Friday night when he returned from Dallas.  I have finally learned my lesson that it's best not to attempt to cook dinner while it's just me and Elise.  It only leads to frustration for the both of us.  So, if you'll remember back to Friday evening when I inhaled that Taco Bell, and then sipped a Cosmopolitan once Elise was down for bed.  Well, little did I know that I would get to experience Taco Bell twice in a matter of hours.

While we could blame my upchucking episodes on the alcohol, which could be partly to blame, it too could be from a stomach bug.  I had 3 Cosmos in a matter of about 3 hours.  That's about 1 per hour.  I don't think that's excessive.  It's not like I had 8 of them!  Mind you, the only thing I had eaten that day was the Taco Bell, so an empty stomach probably didn't help the matter.  Jason made it home around 10:30pm.  We sat in the living room and talked until almost midnight.  About that time, the Cosmos and Taco Bell went rounds in my stomach.  The Cosmos kicked TB's ass as indicated by the evidence in the toilet bowl.  And the garbage can.  Twice.  Turns out Jason made it home just in time for all the puking escapades.

I wasn't feeling in tip top shape on Saturday, but that evening we headed up to a local restaurant for a birthday party for Elise's friend, Scout.  Elise ate pretty good... broccoli, mashed potatoes, mandarin oranges, and a little cake and ice cream.  After her bath she was in bed sleeping, and Jason and I were soon to follow. 

I heard her crying at 2:30am and Jason went to check on her....

"Steph, you need to come in here.  She's not ok."

So, I scrounged around for my glasses and went to see what the problem was.  I went in to her room, turned on the lamp and saw that the poor thing was covered in vomit as well as her sheets, blankets, and Seahorse.

I got a warm wash cloth and started to clean her up while Jason stripped down her bed.  Once she was changed, I started the washing machine and got all the pukey stuff loaded in there.  We grabbed some towels and put her in our bed.  Little did we know we were going to be in for a loooooong morning.

She continued to throw up every 20-30 minutes for the next 4 hours.  She was so exhausted that she would puke and then just lay her face in it.  We went through 3 pairs of pj's, every hand towel in our house, and 3 bath towels.  The only chance we had to sleep was in between puking sessions.  The last time she puked was at 6:30am.  About 45 minutes had passed and she was completely passed out in our bed.  Jason moved her PNP into our room and laid her down so we could all try to get some amount of sleep.  She woke up again about 10:30 heaving.  Nothing came out, but I called her doctor's answering service anyway.  The nurse told me what to do for her and what to look for in case she became dehydrated.

All is well now, but it was a long couple of days of puking around here.  Good thing Jason made it home in time to take part in all the fun! 

He said to me and Elise yesterday, "You were puking Friday night, and you were puking Saturday night.  SO I DON'T WANT ANYBODY DOING ANYTHING TONIGHT!"