Not for the weak of stomach
Late last night (or very early this morning, depending on how you look at it, I was awoken by Leo bringing Audrey into our bed (Aislinn was already there, as she is every night still). He had been up late working and said she had thrown up. Less than five minutes later, while he was still trying to clean up Audrey's mess, Aislinn woke up and also showed me what she had eaten for dinner. It was about 2:30. By the time we got Aislinn cleaned up, cleaned up Audrey again after she was sick again, stripped Audrey's bed and our bed, tried to show Aislinn how to use the "barf bowl" (she wanted nothing to do with it), got a load of laundry going, and kept taking breaks to attend each girl as their stomachs continued to rebel, it was almost 4:30. We did all managed to get a few hours sleep without any puking after that, but around 8:30, Aislinn rolled over next to me, looked up and once again emptied her stomach (she had just finished nursing). At least I had laid a towel down on the bed; it's much easier to deal with than to keep stripping the bed down.
After I got up to wipe Aislinn down again (we had stripped her down to a diaper for the rest of the night), I found Audrey lying on the sofa watching a Blue's Clues tape. She had thrown up again, and Leo went back to sleep on the floor of his office where they had camped out the rest of the night. Once I got up, Audrey was sick again, so I got Leo up to help me. There was a mountain of soiled bedsheets and comforters on the kitchen floor that had not yet been attended to. I noticed a wet trail of pawprints leading away from the pile of laundry, and deduced one of the cats had stepped in it. Lovely. But it gets even better. I got a towel to clean up the trail, which led from the kitchen, through the living room, into the dining room. Guess what I found in the dining room?
Cat puke. Apparently whichever one had stepped in it had tried to clean it off his or her paws in the way that cats do, which resulted in the pool of liquefied cat food I had found. Thank goodness for our new laminate flooring.
Yes, that's gross, but I have to say, still not as gross as the smells we encountered the night before. We are pretty sure they have food poisoning, as Leo took them to a Chinese buffet last night. They both had hard-boiled eggs from the cold bar, so we suspect the eggs are the likely culprits. And when I say the smells turned my stomach, I mean that literally. I have cleaned up vomit before, my husband's, my kids, my own, and never flinched. As a parent, I have had every possible bodily fluid from every possible orifice on my body. When Audrey had reflux and vomited most of the breastmilk she had consumed at least once a day on a regular basis as an infant, I often would catch it in my hands because I was tired of cleaning it off the carpet and sofa. But none of that ever made me nauseated myself. There must be something about the smell of food-poisoning vomit, a miasma that pollutes the air, that tells our bodies this is something to watch out for.
Aislinn seems to be better, and had some rice for breakfast and rice and toast for lunch, keeping it all down successfully. Audrey, who consumed two eggs to Aislinn's one, is still struggling. She kept down a Pedialyte popsicle, but the toast she had about a half hour later came back up. She also is running a slight fever, which concerns me a little. Can you get a fever with food poisoning? Apparently. She's camped out on the towel-lined sofa for the rest of the day, watching videos and PBS to her heart's content.
After I got up to wipe Aislinn down again (we had stripped her down to a diaper for the rest of the night), I found Audrey lying on the sofa watching a Blue's Clues tape. She had thrown up again, and Leo went back to sleep on the floor of his office where they had camped out the rest of the night. Once I got up, Audrey was sick again, so I got Leo up to help me. There was a mountain of soiled bedsheets and comforters on the kitchen floor that had not yet been attended to. I noticed a wet trail of pawprints leading away from the pile of laundry, and deduced one of the cats had stepped in it. Lovely. But it gets even better. I got a towel to clean up the trail, which led from the kitchen, through the living room, into the dining room. Guess what I found in the dining room?
Cat puke. Apparently whichever one had stepped in it had tried to clean it off his or her paws in the way that cats do, which resulted in the pool of liquefied cat food I had found. Thank goodness for our new laminate flooring.
Yes, that's gross, but I have to say, still not as gross as the smells we encountered the night before. We are pretty sure they have food poisoning, as Leo took them to a Chinese buffet last night. They both had hard-boiled eggs from the cold bar, so we suspect the eggs are the likely culprits. And when I say the smells turned my stomach, I mean that literally. I have cleaned up vomit before, my husband's, my kids, my own, and never flinched. As a parent, I have had every possible bodily fluid from every possible orifice on my body. When Audrey had reflux and vomited most of the breastmilk she had consumed at least once a day on a regular basis as an infant, I often would catch it in my hands because I was tired of cleaning it off the carpet and sofa. But none of that ever made me nauseated myself. There must be something about the smell of food-poisoning vomit, a miasma that pollutes the air, that tells our bodies this is something to watch out for.
Aislinn seems to be better, and had some rice for breakfast and rice and toast for lunch, keeping it all down successfully. Audrey, who consumed two eggs to Aislinn's one, is still struggling. She kept down a Pedialyte popsicle, but the toast she had about a half hour later came back up. She also is running a slight fever, which concerns me a little. Can you get a fever with food poisoning? Apparently. She's camped out on the towel-lined sofa for the rest of the day, watching videos and PBS to her heart's content.
posted by Andrea | 12:06 PM
2 Comments:
I checked a couple sites about food poisoning and both say that vomitting is most common, but a fever can be present.
Here's hoping the girls feel better real soon.
My fiancée and I ate some bad sausage at a restaurant once. It was the first time I had ever gotten food poisoning (I don't know about her, but I think it was also her first).
Holy. Damn.
I hope your kids feel better soon!
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