It was the night before Mothers Day, Mothers Day Eve.
It started out fairly innocently, we were on our way to the doctor's office to get Jude checked out for another issue when Bee threw up in the van, in the hospital's parking lot. We chalked it up to her just being car sick and continued with our appointment. During the appointment Jude had a terrible diaper, stank up the waiting room. After the appointment we headed back home; an hour and a half away. We were almost home when suddenly Bee tells us she doesn't feel good. I frantically ask her, "do you feel like puking?!" she cries a wobbly "yes" and then while Josh is pulling over as fast as he could, she vomits again. This time it was worse and definitely not car sickness. We pull her out of the van, outside of a restaurant on the side of the road. We manage to get her out of her clothes, throw Jude's extra set of clothes on her, scrape as much gunk out of her car seat as possible, layer some burp rags on the soiled seat and then race home as fast as the speed limit would let us.
Once home we got Bee in the bath, and then Jude starts to have terrible diaper after terrible diaper. His poor bottom became so chapped from the hot lava coming out of him. We decide to lay low the rest of the day with cartoons and lots of juice. Jude continued to have diarrhea almost every half hour but Bee seemed to be feeling better. Bedtime came and we got the kids situated in their rooms, Bee with a bucket and Jude with extra water beside him.
We were exhausted, but naively thought the night was going to be better.
Then it happened.
"Mommy? A little voice wavered. She was standing just outside the living room in the hallway. "My tummy hurts." Josh told her to go to the bathroom and he would be there in just a minute to help her. She turned and left. Suddenly we heard her rustling around and then crying. Josh gets to the hallway first and I hear him say "Leslie, get over here" in a shell shocked voice. I walk thru the kitchen and enter the hallway. I see Bee standing there, pant-less in the hallway with a huge trail of diarrhea going down the entire length of the hallway. I start laughing nervously, unsure of what to do.
Quickly we put our mom and dad pants on and got to work. Let me take a moment here and just say how blessed I am to have Josh. We make an excellent team. We just kind of snapped to it and seamlessly got Bee into the shower and started cleaning. I truly love that man.
Now, here's where it got real crazy. In the chaos, Jude woke up. He got out of bed and RAN DOWN THE DIARRHEA COVERED HALLWAY into the living room and thru the kitchen. So basically he spread it throughout our entire house. Josh went on kid duty where he cleaned both kids up and I went on cleaning duty. In the process I realized that Bee had dirtied the pull-up we put on her, pulled it off and then pooped right there beside her bed and then proceeded to continue pooping down the hall to where we found her. The poor girl must not have known what was happening to her body and must have been confused. Here's a picture my super awesome husband took of me while deep cleaning the hallway for a second time:
Finally after everything and everybody was cleaned up (including us), the kids were back in bed and fast asleep. Collapsing on the couch we looked at each other and both had the same thought, "Thank the Lord Addie slept thru this whole ordeal!"
Could you imagine if she had woken up as well? I don't even want to think about it.
Probably the most memorable Mother's Day so far.
Probably the most memorable Mother's Day so far.
