May 22, 2008 | Mama Smith

back in the saddle

Welcome home, to me.

Brighton spent the evening, from midnight to 5am, puking every 10 minutes or so. Starting in Levi’s crib, where he had been sleeping and managed to vomit on Levi’s head as well. Then again in his own bed where we moved him. Then eventually on the floor of our room where we’d situated him so Levi could at least get some sleep, if none of the rest of us were going to.

A pile of sheets, mattress covers, pillows and blankets were waiting for me by the washer this morning. As I wondered whether my own stomach was feeling queasy from dealing with vomit all night or if I was coming down with it myself.

Matthew headed off to work and I went to get the freshly awoken Levi.

Who was found in his crib covered head to toe in dirrahea. He had managed to fill his diaper, pjs and crib with the watery, foul-smelling discharge.

After scrubbing him down and tossing another pile of bedding to be dechunked and washed by the washer, I realized the rumbling in my stomach was making it’s way out one way or another.

Thus with stunning flair, the stomach bug descended on our household. We all three sat glassy-eyed on the couch watching movie after movie. I had no idea how I’d survive until naptime feeling as miserable as I did. But we made it. The boys are now asleep and I’m soon to follow.

We are still planning on driving to Virginia this weekend for my little sister’s graduation. We are still moving out of our house in a week and a half even though over 50% still remains to be packed. Just how all this will get done…I have no idea.

Now I just need to go close my eyes and imagine I’m back on that porch swing and that life is standing still again.