crap
So Fallie got sick five days ago and no one else in the Mumblelard household seemed to be coming down this horrible stomach virus. We had a false alarm on Monday when the school clinic called me to come pick up Finn. Her back and neck hurt and she was just feeling “bad.” She didn’t have a fever and she felt better that afternoon. We were so lucky! Then last night happened. Just as I was falling asleep, Finn got up to go potty and said she felt nauseaus. This isn’t too unusual any time someone is sick. She went back to bed. But it got ugly at 2:45 in the morning when the puking started. And again at 4:00 am, in their bedroom, on the carpet and down the side of the bed. Ug… I feel like someone is stabbing me in my stomach. Am I coming down with this? Is is sympathy pain? Exhaustion (that was about 4 hours of sleep people)?
