Saturday, June 1, 2013

The Crappiest Week Ever – Literally

We had a very unwelcome visitor in our home last week – the dreaded stomach bug.  It started with James; my poor baby was puking and pooping around the clock for days.  Then it hit Jayson and, finally, me.  Thankfully, Silas was spared, and we sent him off to my in-laws’ for a few days to get him out of our germy house.

It was a roller coaster of a week, both physically and emotionally.  Now that we’re all well – and the house has been sanitized – a few thoughts on the week from Hades:

·      It is really, really hard to watch your child suffer.  I don’t mean to overdramatize the situation, as there are many parents dealing with much more difficult circumstances, but seeing your baby in pain, retching constantly, and abnormally lethargic is heartbreaking and frightening.
·      It is really, really hard to deal with watching your child suffer when you are suffering yourself.  Add to that a suffering partner, and it equals a tragically pathetic condition.  I became very emotional this week – keeping James by my side for several nights, and wishing my Mom was around to take care of me.  Ugh.
·      For all my whining about wanting another baby, I think last week wrapped up that desire and tossed it in the garbage.  I haven’t cleaned up that much poop and puke since the boys were babies.  Yeah, I’m definitely over it.
·      Speaking of poop, I’ve never been so happy to hear James plop a solid poop since he was potty training.  Many of our discussions centered around the consistency of our poop, hearkening back to our days in Karabagh when this was our normal breakfast conversation:  “I’m at 60%, how about you?”  I know it’s nasty, but anyone who’s traveled overseas will relate.
·      I did a lot of laundry last week.  A lot.  Somehow the Lord gave me the strength to get this much-needed chore completed.
·      God is good in so many ways.  At my absolute worst, Jayson was feeling a little better.  Then when he got really bad, I started to feel better.  Feeble and pitiful on our own, together we managed to be somewhat useful.
·      I drank some Sprite one day to settle my stomach.  I had not had any soda in 13 years, but it did seem to help.
·      On the plus side, I read about nine magazines that had piled up around the house.  Happy to be rid of those!
·      On the negative side, I lost four pounds in five days and still don’t have much of an appetite.
·      In the pit of pain for several days, God helped me keep my perspective.  I knew we’d get over it, even though it felt like it might last forever.  We prayed constantly, and He answered.  Many friends and family checked in regularly – those messages, texts, and calls gave encouragement that accelerated our healing.  Thank you!

OK, I’m getting off my shoebox now.


  1. So glad you all made it through that horrible week. I've experienced a few of those myself and they are icky. But, God was faithful and restored good health to each of you in due time.

    1. Yes He did - and I praise Him for it!