Look out below!
Is there anybody still out there? My apologies for the extended absence, but I've been busy. It was a Festival of Colors at our house last week. One might say our house was briefly transformed into a vomitorium. Is that even a word? If not, it should be.
That's right. Early last week, poor little Claire caught a stomach flu bug. As we've since learned, the flu shot she received with vaccinations is for her respiratory system and doesn't do much for the prevention of the stomach flu. That's just great.
So, Claire's first projectile was Monday night around 8pm, and she was not particular as to where or on whom she puked. She just let it fly, so I had to be on guard at all times. By the time she finally fell asleep around 11:30pm, the toll on garments and furniture vomitized by Claire included: the recliner seat cushion, two large spots on the downstairs carpet, one small spot on the upstairs rug, two sets of Claire's pajamas, two throw pillows, two blankets, three bath towels, Stew's Atari t-shirt and a pair of jeans, Momma's sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants, and - finally - Stew's G.I. Joe t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. On Tuesday morning around 9am, Claire started things up again by spewing on the kitchen floor. At 9:01am, Stew was in the kitchen calling, "Bogart.... come here." Unbenounced to Stew, I was in the kitchen at 8:59am and saw what was about to occur, so I hightailed it outta there. Can you believe Stew expected me to clean up the mess? I can. Typical...

Around 10am Tuesday, Stew was on the nurse line speaking with Nurse Ratchet about dehydration and other fun topics. She told Stew that if Claire showed any signs of dehydration that he should "bring her in!"
Incidentally, Tuesday was also Stew's first experience administering a rectal thermometer. But don't worry, it wasn't a self exam! No, he remembered from the (what he thought were useless at the time) birthing classes he and Momma took while Claire was still a zigote that you are always supposed to take the baby's temperature before calling the clinic. Give Stew a gold star for at least remembering this. Stew was pretty good with the thermometer, and he could probably make a living selling thermometers if he ever goes back to a sales job. Anyway, Tuesday was a long day.

Wednesday morning around 9am or so, Momma came walking in the house, home from work early! So, I quickly grabbed my chew toy and brought it to her while wagging my tail like nobody's business. But she walked right past me and into the bathroom, where I soon heard sounds I hope to never hear again. Yup... Momma caught the flu, too. So, while Momma spent the day traveling between her bedroom and the bathroom, Stew was downstairs with Claire all day trying to get her to stop crying. Claire basically cried or slept all day Tuesday and Wednesday, while Momma made crazy noises in the bathroom.



Everyone is back to normal now, but house projects have been delayed. You might recall we hope to relocate, so I've been busy helping Stew try to catch up on the projects. So, bear with me while we work on other things. I'll still try blogging about Claire as often as I can, though. In the meantime, I've since learned to keep one eye looking upward for flying vomit. A fella can never be too careful.

3 comments:
Wow! What a rough few days. Glad you didn't catch the bug and glad your humans are feeling better.
Word on the street is that there's a giant rabbit going to be making the rounds of houses in the next week, especially those containing small humans. Keep a sharp eye out, Bogey!
Pepper
I was wondering what happened. No calls, no emails. Glad to hear that everyone is feeling better.
Aunt Karen
Oh, good... more spam comments from the international community. I'm talkin' 'bout you, Webcam!
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