Ugh!

This has NOT been a fun few days! Tuesday Abby woke up from her nap, having thrown up all over. She proceeded to throw up for the rest of the night too. I couldn't even get Pedialyte in her. Wednesday was my "mommy day." The kids were supposed to go to daycare and I had lunch plans. Well, I obviously had to cancel those and I kept Abby at home. She was doing fine, so I did get some errands done. She didn't eat all day, but at least she drank fluids. She slept through the night...so this morning when she woke up at 4:45, I figured she would just get herself back to sleep....and then I woke up enough to realize that I didn't like the sound of her cry. I went in to her, and sure enough, she had gotten sick again...so I quickly changed her, changed the crib, and she went right back to sleep. I gave her a bath when she woke up.

The morning went pretty well. Abby ate a little bit. Mom and Dad came up because Dad had an appointment with his Parkinson's specialist. He's not doing very well. He doesn't "crash" in between medication doses, but he can hardly talk, and he's stumbling all over. He even ended up falling at home and having the snow blower landing on him...while it was running. He managed to turn it off somehow. Anyway. This is really frustrating. Yes, he is off of two of the Parkinson's meds since having the stimulators placed, but that's not going to help if he can't walk well enough to keep from falling. The last thing he needs is to hit his head or break a hip. Oh...and to top all that off, his arthritis in his shoulders is so bad, he can hardly lift anything. He can barely pick Abby up. (yes, she is over 25 pounds, but still)

So, they left for their appointment, and I got the kiddos down for their naps. Brent comes home from work white as a sheet and saying he's been fighting something off all day. Abby wakes up, we go in to get her...and she has bought herself her second bath of the day...this time, the other end. GIVE ME A BREAK!

Brent couldn't eat anything for supper....then we went downstairs to the family room to play for a while. I brought the kids up for snacks. Brent came up a bit later and ended up passing out in the hallway...right in front of Caleb, which freaked us both out. Now, I'm trying to convince Brent to not go into work tomorrow. That's not going well. He is the only full-timer for the unit right now...and he's doing two people's jobs. Putting that much stress on top of being sick is not a good plan.

My other problem....Brent is sick. We're supposed to get up to a foot of snow tonight/tomorrow. We're supposed to take care of our neighbor's driveway as well as our own. We can use our neighbor's snowblower, but Brent's the one that's used it before. This should be interesting to say the least!

Judging from past times when the whole family has gotten sick, I ususally get it about 3-4 days after Brent. That puts me right into this weekend and Monday. I really don't want to be sick on Monday. That would be a BAD birthday present! I also don't want to be sick on Christmas. This is just horrible timing!