Well, the inevitable happened. My 2 year old caught the stomach v* that
was going around. I can't believe it, I am so careful. I even pulled her out
of her program for 2 weeks when 1/4 of her class had it, that was a
month ago. I guess no matter how careful you are, some things you just
cannot control.
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She ate a good dinner and was perfectly fine when she went to bed and
then at about 11, I heard her tossing and turning and mumbling like she
was having a night mare I went in and rubbed her back several times (she
kept doing it) and the last time I heard her crying in her sleep so I ran in
there just as she started. It was pretty dark in her room so that helped.
But I am so proud of myself that my mother instinct took over and I was
able to pick her up (while she was v*ing) and turn her over and hold her
and rub her back while she was doing it- it got all over my arms. I was
shaking like crazy. She was shaking too and crying. She ended up v*
every 30 minutes for 3 hours, it was GOD awful. I had to clean everything
up while hubby held her the rest of the times. She was such a little
trooper and I kept telling her it would be ok and how proud of her I was
for being such a big girl. I held her a couple more times while she did it.
Toward the end when she only had stomch acid left she would let out a
little cry and get up on her own and kneel over the towel and do it
herself, she is only 2 1/2. I started to feel queasy probably from the
exposure and ran and took a unisom and a dramamine for the extra
protection. Ugh! This fear.
I've disinfected everything, but how do you disinfect the linens that got
the heavy helping? I rinsed them off and then put them in the washer on
the hot cycle and then took them outside to dry in the sunshine and fresh
air.
I feel "ok" about it. The exposure was probably good for me, but I know I
will be worrying for the next 3 days (selfishly) that I will get it. But I will
be eating VERY lightly just in case. But over all, I'm damn proud of myself
for being the best mother I could be, and that deep, deep, down I had it
in me to be there for her even though I never dreamed I could be.
Lisa