Five weeks ago, we decided to put the house on the market. I flew my mom out two weeks later to help us pack shit up - but we were already done by the time she got here. We actually contemplated having her not come and save the ticket credit.We had that happen one year around thanksgiving no less. It's pretty bad when you have to call a friend to come over and help with the baby because both parents cannot get up and move due to puking.
She flew in on a wed nite. Wed during the day my son had diarrhea at day care and threw up once. Thursday my husband started throwing up. Friday I was throwing up and had diarrhea so bad that when we took my son to the hospital with a 103 fever and lack of pee diapers they actually wound up admitting me and giving me fluids and anti nausea drugs because I was so dehydrated (I actually don't remember part of that night at all). The baby was actually pretty ok. I however was in very bad shape since I still tried to breastfeed through it. I couldn't even keep water down but I was producing milk, vomitting, and having diarrhea. I lost 7 pounds in 12 hours. I couldn' get out of bed. Thank you jesus my mom was here. She did a whole bunch of shit wrong watching my son but it was like "is my son ok? yes? ok mission accomplished".
My husband felt ok by saturday, I was ok by sunday - my mom came down with it sunday.
That shit was awful.
My mom now calls my son 'patient zero.'