Pukeville

Well, I guess it's a right of passage, as a mommy. The entire family has the pukes and poops. I came down with it first and I think that was good. While Sophie can't express herself with words yet, at least I knew how she was feeling, when she started her round of it the next day. I spent the first night puking and the second night with puke all over me. You come into the power of not giving a care that your baby is just clutching you and puking directly onto you. In theory, that would bother you. When it's actually happening, you just want to take the sickness away from them. It's just so sad to see them struggle with sickness like that cause they just don't understand. The next morning, just as Soph was coming out of the darkest part of it, Eric started feeling it. He made it through his morning audition and called me on the way home. "This road is like really winding,"he said, referring to the highway on which he was driving home. That was my first clue that he was headed to Pukeville. He made it home, but quickly spiraled into sickness. I had already let my class know I would be missing, as we were supposed to go to a dinner with friends, but now would be manning the sick ship instead. There was no going anywhere. An already spent mommy was now taking care of sick daddy and Soph. We have all been in that slow-mo, moving-thru-water after sick mode, but forget how miserable it is until you are in it once again. Now, on the other side of it, I feel a strange sense of accomplishment. You sort of think for a minute of dramatics that you're doing something terribly wrong, you're the worst mom, it's my fault, and I don't know what to do, but you have no choice but to just figure it out. I'm sure many years, sicknesses, and broken bones later I will laugh at the triviality of our first family stomach virus crisis. For now, I'm just grateful it's over. Phew.


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