Baby G had a tough weekend, and so did his dad.
At around 4:30 a.m. on Saturday, Momma J yelled from the bathroom that she needed some help. I walked in to find her holding Baby G over the bathtub, while he spewed out his dinner from the evening before. We spent the rest of the day feeding him and then watching him get sick to his stomach. On Sunday, he was little better – no puking, just a little slow. This morning it was diarrhea, which got him sent home early from daycare.
I was hit with a bought of stomach flu early last night. A not-so-pretty sight my hockey team had to witness on the ice – I won’t go into details. I had another visit with the porcelain god before returning home, went to bed at 8 p.m. and was up most of the night with a stomach ache.
Luckily Momma J seems fine.
When she picked Baby G up this afternoon, our case is not unique. A pair of parents had the same stomach flu I did, and a kid was hospitalized with dehydration.
From what we’ve heard, we should get ready for a lot of this, as kids are lightening rods for sickness. Also, other parents, through pressure to get to work, tend to leave sick kids at daycare that infect everyone.