The Daily Hailey

I blogged yesterday about what an awesome day our family had Christmas shopping in the city. We got tons done, made cookies in the evening, and had general success all around. And then, there was night. I don’t suggest the squeamish read any further.

I felt sick to my stomach before bed. I took some gravol to settle my tummy and help me get to sleep. I never slept. All night. Not one wink. From about 2am to 8am, I was up every two hours barfing uncontrollably. I am NOT a toilet barfer, for the record. Barfing is gross enough without having my head in a toilet. I had time to grab an old ice cream pail before I ran to the bathroom to toss my cookies. Four times. Ok, this is already gross, I know, but you know the worst part of barfing? Not the burn in your throat, or the weakness you feel afterwards, or the lack of breathing. I hate the disgusting pieces that I can’t spit out, that just float around in my mouth, caught in all the slime. Sooo vile! Yes, obviously I grabbed some Kleenex on my way over and took care of them, but they definitely were my least favorite part of the whole experience.

Luckily, Brady slept through everything. I’m in trouble now because he always wants to help me when I’m sick, and I appreciate it! But it was just sooo gross, I couldn’t have it. However, my dear husband is taking another day off of work to help me. My body is absolutely aching from retching my brains out, and there is no way I can stand for more than a minute or two, much less hold and play with Dekker. So it appears I will be spending today in bed.

I already feel a decent amount better. I can tell the wild cramps have moved down now, so at least they’ll attack at a different angle (sorry, gross, I know) and the crazy grumbling that happened every single time I moved because my bowels were sooo angry has subsided. I feel like I definitely had/have food poisoning, but Brady and I ate all the same things yesterday and he’s in perfect health. Who knows.

It is disappointing to end such an amazing day with a cruddy night like this. But with Brady home, I can nap on and off throughout the day and have no real baby responsibilities.

As I lay in my bed, and my boys play downstairs, I miss them terribly. Sick days are the worst.