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Last Tuesday we came home after hanging out with some new friends, and around 10:30pm our son began to puke. In his 13 months of life, he hadn’t really done something like this – spit-up, etc., sure, but not like this. Projectile vomit is how I would classify it, pure nastiness.
So we assumed food-related, as he had been chowing down on his first chocolate chip cookie at the new friends place, and also ate a cherry. No big deal. Just one puking, move on.
But after the 5th puking, changing of sheets, cleaning up, etc. we knew this might be something else, though he did sleep the night away. My wife, however, did not. She, too, was feeling ill and spent most of the following day very sick by another means. That was Wednesday.
By Thursday night I was errupting from any hole in my body that could project something, and on top of that, the illness that was now clearly a stomach bug added in this whole-body deep ache. I should add “-soul” to that because even my dreams and state of mind were effected. My dream that night was of a shrine – some kind of religious thing that I did not know what to do with. I was laying in bed while all this stuff was going around me. Oh, and Kenny Mayne was doing the commentary, but that’s probably because I love the Mayne Street series on ESPN.com.
Anyway, by Friday night the bug had mostly left, and with it taking my, my wife, and my son’s appetite and sense of time. Friday morphed into Saturday, and then into today. It’s all one big blur of laying around, drinking 7up, aching, and waching A LOT of cable television.
Saturday, however, was good. We started the day by cleaning up quickly for a rare house showing! An agent called the night previous, and since it was the first in months we had to say yes, even though we felt like shit. So we tidied up, left and drove acrossed the street to a park where we could see our visitors behind trees from the comfort of our SUV. They were young, stayed only 10-15 minutes, and we knew they weren’t interested by their body language. Oh well.
Saturday night was great. First, G had 2 teeth FINALLY break through. Then he learned to clap – and really got a kick out of it. And then wrapped the night up by walking. Quite a milestone day for the little man. And I will never forget how and why he did it.
Andrea and I were laying around, me on the love seat, she on the sofa, watching The Dog Whisperer, and I had just finished testing my stomach’s limit with 1/2 of a sandwich. I gave part of my uneaten bun to G, as he wanted stuff to chew on. Our little dog, Jasper, is always near G when he’s eating, looking for scraps. G likes to tease him, and that’s how it happened… G was teaing the dog, holding out the bun, walking with the furniture, and then he took about 3 steps out, and I whispered loudly to Andrea to watch what was happening.
By that time G realized, “Hey! I’m walking!” and began to do his proud grin to us. He just walked around and around in a circle for while, breaking down into a crawl now and then. It was fun to watch – a huge ray of sun on all of our day.
So that’s that. We were supposed to be in Illinois this weekend, but our sickness, my grandpa’s health, a nasty snow/ice storm in IL, the house showing, and who-knows-what stopped that from happening. Thankfully, everyone is feeling better. Just have to see what this week will bring.
