Sick of being sick

I feel like all I ever write about lately is how sick we all are.
But to be fair, I write about my life, and that's pretty much all that we have going on lately.

I feel like one of us has been sick for as long as I can remember.

Wednesday night Luke got sick, Thursday morning Abbey got sick.

I had to go to work Thursday afternoon, because even though I work for DOCTORS, they are pretty intolerant of too many sick calls, and I called out the week prior when Luke had strep.
David stayed home with both the babies, and luckily as Abbey got sicker, Luke seemed to get better.

Thursday after work I started feeling sick. Later that night I spent 30 minutes on the phone with the advice nurse to see if you can take Imodium AD when you are nursing (you can), went to bed at 8:30pm, only to wake up at 10:45pm with a fever and to throw up. Abbey woke up shortly after and puked as well. She and I spent the night on the couch, feverish and vomiting.

I called in sick to work on Friday, because I simply had no other choice. I was done throwing up Friday morning, but dehydrated. My bones and joints ached. And my daughter was sick.

A friend brought me some Gatorade and 7Up.

Our doctors nurse called to check on us because that made for 3 times in the last 48 hours where I had called the after hours advice line. I nearly cried talking to her "...what is going on? Why are we getting sick so much??" GI bug. We keep passing it back and forth. Hydrate. Rest (HA!). Wash hands.
I explained to her that I have Clorox bleached wiped our ENTIRE house. I have taken to boiling the twins' binkies twice a day. I have done more laundry in the last 3 days than I have the entire month of November. Same with running the dishwasher.
We are hand washers.


By Friday night, Luke was back to his happy self. Thank God. Abbey on the other hand spiked a 103 fever and broke out in a rash. Luckily she was keeping fluids down at that time so we were able to give her some Tylenol. After that and a cool bath, her fever went down and she nursed and went to bed.

I took the hottest bath our water heater would allow in an attempt to soothe my aching, dehydrated bones, and actually fell asleep in the tub.

I crashed in bed by 8:30pm, and slept until 11:30pm when Abbey woke up. She nursed, had a wet diaper (yea for hydration), puked, and went right back to sleep.

A little before 1am, I awoke to the dreaded sound of David throwing up.

In the 6 1/2 years we have been married, I have never seen him get as sick as he did last night. All night long, every 20-30 minutes. I almost called someone to take him to the ER.

The babies both woke at 4:45am, I brought them into the bedroom with me (David was out on the couch), and nursed them both. Abbey crashed and I just left her in our bed. I took Luke back to the nursery and spent 20 minutes rocking him back to sleep.

So far this morning both the babies are nursing well and keeping that down, and have had some breakfast and kept that down. I am keeping toast down. David has been quarantined to the bedroom for the day. Every light switch, door handle, and surface of our house has been sanitized.

If I were Catholic, I would have a priest over to sprinkle us with Holy Water.

I am SO over this.