It all started Monday when I was trying to get out the door with the girls. Penny and I were going to the mall and Iris had just projectile pooped on my hand when I got her cleaned up and in the car seat. On the way out the door, she threw up all over the seat and had to be changed. As I opened the car door, I hit Lilly in the head causing her to fall to the ground. I gave her a big hug and kiss and proceeded to hit her head on the roof of the car as I lifted her into her seat. Whoops! The girls were great at the mall. I wore Iris in a carrier and Lilly cooperated as Lilly does (walking, eating, running, fountain touching, whining, laughing, talking to strangers, riding in stroller, and asking for me to hold her with Iris). As we were getting ready to leave, Iris woke up demanding to be fed. We live close to the mall, so I wanted to wait until we got home to nurse her. The entire car ride home was filled with two screaming girls, one from starvation and one making fun of her sister.
After putting Lilly to bed that night, she hollered, "Mommy, come back. Daddddy!!" This is not unusual for her because she doesn't enjoy sleep as much as her parents do. After debating about "spoiling" her by going in, my mommy voice told me to check on her anyway. As I crawled into her bed, I felt a yucky mush. I yelled for Dan to turn on the lights only to see myself covered in vomit. Long story short, Lilly has the stomach flu. After a bath and clean sheets, she threw up again. I went to Target to get new bedding (we had to throw out 3 pillows). She wound up throwing up every hour for the next 12. Dan was going to work the next day, so I stayed on the couch with the girls, feeding Iris and cleaning Lilly all night long. She finally fell asleep at 4:30am. On the way to the doctor's office the next morning, she threw up in the car, in the office, and in the street in front of the house.
I apologize for the length of this entry, but I could have made it much longer! There are so many details that have been left out, like having to give her teaspoons of Pedialyte every 10 minutes so she wouldn't hurl and praying for a wet diaper in order to avoid an i.v. in the emergency room. It was a crazy 24 hours and this may not have been the maternity leave I imagined, but there is no where else I would want to be than taking care of my little girls. Mommyhood here I come!