I was given false hope when I wasn't that sick on Thursday, but yesterday I was hit with the full force of the stomach flu. I must have gotten sick 40-50 times yesterday, and around 7pm I actually passed out on the bathroom floor. I tried to drink fluids, but sometime in the afternoon my milk dried up and poor Josie would sit on my boob endlessly looking for more food. It was awful.
Gabe seemed a little better yesterday, but as evening approached his diarrhea and vomiting started up again and today he has been a disaster. He doesn't even have the strength to walk around or play. It is terribly pitiful.
Josh is running back and forth between the two of us, trying to make everyone feel better, take care of Josie, and keep both himself and Josie from catching this latest stomach bug.
We're a bundle of fun over here, huh?