Then my dad messaged me, and he was sick. I felt terrible. Then, not long after lunch that day, Brody's school called and said he was sick. I immediately grabbed the other two boys out of their beds and flew to the school to get him. Poor guy - he was so sick. And he was throwing up every 45 minutes or so. Even phenergan wasn't really helping. Then, lo and behold, about 8:00 that night, it hit Beckett. Hard. They were getting sick one right after the other. I wouldn't get one cleaned up good, and I would hear the other one starting again. It was awful. Just awful. Thankfully, Brent took over with Levi, I got the other boys both set up in the living room, trashcans and towels everywhere, and by about 3:00 am, it all finally calmed down. I kept Brody home from school on Thursday, but goodness, kids are so resilient. I felt like I had been run over by a truck, but they were pretty much back to their normal selves by mid-morning.
I was really hoping I could somehow avoid getting it, but of course, I wasn't so lucky. It hit me Friday morning, and by the afternoon I was down for the count. Our parents helped out with the boys, for which I am sooo grateful. It's such a huge help to have someone take over the kids when you are sick like that. While I was home sick, more bad news came. They were admitting my dad to the hospital for intestinal problems. They weren't exactly sure what the problem was, but he was in a lot of pain. I was much better by Saturday morning, the boys came home, and then...Brent got sick during the night. His was short-lived, and we thought we could finally put this whole virus behind us, and focus on my dad.
We spent Sunday visiting my dad in the hospital (they were talking surgery at this point), and we even got out for a bit and did a little shopping at the Boardwalk. Brent got up Monday morning (Brody's birthday!), went for a run, then went to work. By 10:00 am he was home with round 2 of the stomach virus. And it was really bad this time. He was probably a little dehydrated to start with because of his run, but by 1:30 his whole body was cramping, he was short of breath, could hardly walk, and we knew he needed fluids. We headed to the ER. My dad and stepmom, who were still in the hospital, a few floors up, watched the boys while I stayed with Brent. My poor dad. In the hospital facing surgery...and babysitting. But that's just what our week had come to. I felt so terrible because it was Brody's birthday, and I wasn't able to celebrate with him like I wanted. My mom had picked him up from school, and he was perfectly happy with her and Brooke, but I just wanted to be with him so badly. Once Brent was finally resting, my mother in law came to the ER and sat with him so that I could go eat out with Brody for his birthday dinner.
They finally released Brent about 7:00 last night, and he is on the mend. We visited my dad a lot today, and he didn't get to come home until this evening. He still isn't out of the woods yet, and is on a liquids only diet for now, but he's glad to be home resting. We will see how he is tomorrow.
I'm just laying down for the evening, and it's all finally hitting me how tired I am. But I'm so very thankful to have all my family home, safe and healthy, under the same roof. I am so ready to get everyone's regular routine back down. Brody had a bit of a rough day at school today, and I truly think we are all just "off". It's been almost 10 days of this nonsense, and I am going to desperately try to get the kids back to a sense of normalcy for the rest of the week. Those sweet boys are obviously as ready as I am for the craziness to leave!
I went to their rooms tonight, and just watched them each sleep for a bit. One of my favorite things to do. Thank you Lord for their health tonight! Thank you for healing us and giving us strength!
I pray that we all stay well for a really long while! ;)
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