Recently, as in last week, the tiny human was struck down with the plague. After hitting up her first ever Cleveland Indians baseball game and embracing the moment with a ball park frank, she came home, where things rapidly took a turn for the worse. The hotdog reappeared (although should not be held responsible for the events that followed), and we embarked on an all night Puke Party with a side of laundry.
(Photo Credit to my buddy, Nick)
Good times were had by all, and by good times, I mean days with no energy, lots of television, random naps in strange places, and baby sips of Canada Dry (Canadians make the best products: poutine, dill pickle chips, Mackintosh toffee, Timbits, Coffee Crisps, I could go on for days).
Anyway, since I officially have the world’s worst immune system (when did that happen, by the way?), I too caught the plague. I haven’t prayed to the porcelain god that much since my twenty-first birthday. Needless to say, it’s been rough and by the grace of my in-laws, who swooped in and swooshed the tiny human back to their house, I am still standing.
I’m also starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, which makes me realize there are some perks of having the plague.
Perks of the Plague
1) Hello, rapid weight loss, without exercise. Granted, I barely ate and the vast majority of any missing pounds is due to sheer dehydration, which is going to come back in 4.2 seconds, but I’m rolling with it and rocking my silver linings.
2) Snuggles. Y’all, as much as it breaks my heart when my kiddo is sick, I relished the cuddles and couch naps. These days, I can barely keep her still long enough to do anything, so it was selfishly splendid soaking up the affection. It’s also probably how I caught the plague, but whatever.
3) Popsicles. So good. I’ve eaten two boxes in two days, and I just bought two more.
4) Forced Relaxation. I’m not sure why it takes getting sick to get some rest, but it’s amazing what a little R&R does for your mental health. It might even give you the stamina to pen a blog post (cough, too obvious, cough).
5) No Fucks Given. Case in point: my clothing choices.
6) Last, but certainly not least, that feeling you get when you’re finally on the road to recovery and ready to resume normal activities, like puddle jumping.
When was the last time you had the stomach flu? Did you have a “puke bucket” when you were a child. The tiny human has become obsessed with hers (rolls eyes skyward).
loved this. glad you’re on the mend, babe.
Thanks sunshine. It felt good to pen a post, even if it was of inconsequential material. Blows kiss.
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OMG congratulations on surviving!!! Yes the silver linings do exist. But I’ll nrver forget when lulu had the 48 hour pukes followed by my husband and nanny. I think I wished I got it just so I could take a break but somebody had to get we done I’ll take a sick tiny human over a sick grown man anytime. Just sayin
Well my poor Hubby has officially caught it now. Oi vey!
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I too have have experienced that guilty pleasure of sick cuddles and a much slower pace. Of course you felt guilty…for a minute, at least! That is not to say it’s. Any fun to have a sick child who is clingy and crying for to held every second of the day! I’ve had both types of children and I hope Ave sticks with they way she’s doing it now. I think that means they’re too sick to care even about getting attention, poor little thing.
And god made toilets for more than just pee and poop! They sure handy little things…once the wee ones understand it’s ‘okay’, and even better, ’ to stick your head in there than have the vomit spewing every which way and getting a bath when they least want one.
I lost my immune system also when my kids started to go to play groups and more public areas to keep them busy. There is hope for you though, once my kids got into jr. high, they’d encountered most of the nasty viruses and we all stopped getting ill very quickly. For now, popsicles, homemade with your favorite sweeter wine and strawberry juice, will keep you hydrated and happy until the plague moves on.
I love the photo of Ave puddle jumping. That little guiro is a heart melter! Feel better soon! So nice to hear from you!
Popsicles with alcohol not recommended for Ave. or anyone in the legal drinking age. Those are just adult medicine!
Below the legal drinking age! Sorry, I had my knee replaced and am on pain meds that making me not just sleepy but also dummer!
No. No puke buckets for us. And if we didn’t run fast enough we cleaned our own mess. As far back as I remember I was 5 so maybe we had them as toddlers.
I like your adult pain med idea. I shall have to implement frozen cocktails immediately.
Also, I’m going to have to hide her puke bucket because she’s obsessed. She likes to “pretend” puke in there now. Sigh. We originally tried the toilet and that didn’t work at all.
Meghan recently posted…Week In Review: The Final Countdown Edition (#163)
So glad you are all feeling better and on the mend. Geez I haven’t thought about the puke bucket we had growing up for years! I have to laugh, it wasn’t actually a bucket, it was the portable potty from when we were tiny…. even in my teens when we were ill my mum would yell ‘get the potty from the cupboard!’ hahaha!
We travel back to the UK on Thursday and I am praying to everything that the journey doesn’t make us sick…
Thank goodness we weren’t the only ones with a puke bucket. I’m in good company.
Fingers crossed for safe travels.
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Wowza. Plague indeed. This sounds positively brutal. Good on you for seeing the silver linings.
I also haven’t thought about the puke bucket in an eternity. Oh my god. I can still smell it. AHH. Thankfully, I also don’t think I’ve visited the porcelain cup in that fashion since I was 21. I’m hoping that continues.
GREAT leggings.
(and I hope you are all back to your regular selves now. Sending love!)
The smell of the puke bucket will haunt me forever.
Thank goodness we’re all recovered now.
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When I was a kid (and a single adult) I would rest in bed with a garbage can next to me. When I needed to puke, I’d puke in the garbage bag, then lay back down. When it was all over, I would change the bag. Seems like a really convenient way to do it. My wife has decided that is disgusting, so now I vomit into the toilet bowl. For some reason I think that is much grosser, but I guess the stink doesn’t have to linger like it would sitting in a garbage can.
Sorry for the grossness of this comment!