And the fun NEVER ends...

I thought we were in the clear from vomit, but Lincoln threw up again Monday night twice and began having diarrea. Most likely he vomited from all the milk I let him drink that day. Yeah, I know. Way to go mommy! In my defense, the hospital cleared him to have milk and I was the walking dead Monday. My brain was very slow to process or assess situations clearly.

So all day Tuesday Lincoln had diarrea. Poor boy. We had him on a very strict BRAT diet and I bribed him with Pixar Short Films to keep drinking Pedialyte...it worked. Plus, I would give him popsicles too. It was so sad. One time he popped he was standing by the front door and started to whine. I quickly can to see what was wrong: "What's wrong Lincoln?" L: "I pop!" Me: "Oh, okay. Should we change you?" L: "Okay." So sad and sure gross. I called his doctor to let her know what was going on and we have an appointment set up for today, Wednesday.

So on to today - Wednesday - Emerson, as usual comes into our room at 7 am letting us know, "Um, I think the sun is up and that means it's time to get up!" Okay, Em. If it's time to get up you know what you should do first...go potty. Spencer brought Bridger into our bed so I could feed him and laid back down into bed. Lincoln was still asleep since he's sort of stop napping so we were all trying to be quite for him. Then we hear Emerson starting to cry. Spencer went into the bathroom and asked what was wrong. Emerson: "Um, I think I'm going to throw up. I don't feel good." GREAT! So Spencer helped him stand over the toilet, but nothing. Spencer asked if the feeling went away and Emerson said yes. At that same time Lincoln woke up so Spencer went in to get him. Emerson crawled into bed with me and Bridger. Two minutes later Emerson began to cry and then VOMIT. I quickly detached Bridger, grabbed the hospital pad that I had underneath Bridger and I, and held Emerson over the pad to finish throwing up on (even though it was all over our bed).

WE CANNOT CATCH A BREAK!

Everyone, except daddy is home and I feel like a chicken running around with it's head cut off! Trying to take care of two sick boys, feed a baby, feed myself so I produce food for baby, wash clothes/pillows/sheets/blankets/furniture from vomit accidents, and remember to ALWAY wash my hands before touching baby is super difficult. BUT, I will survive. This family will survive. And what will we gain from this time of illnesses?

Great Stories & More Patience :-)

Keep us in your prayers. We really need them.