It’s been a rough few days around here.
My husband spent the weekend running Ragnar FL Keys (on an ULTRA) team and woke up feeling pretty terrible on Sunday morning. I figured he was probably just dehydrated and worn out after running almost 20 miles.
Well…seems like it was more than that. Apparently he brought a stomach virus back with him from the Keys.
The poor Mini Athlete woke up Tuesday morning with vomit all over and around him. First time in his entire life he has ever thrown up. I’m sure it must have been rather traumatic!
He then proceeded to throw up at least 12 more times that day. We took him to the doctor to make sure he wasn’t too dehydrated (he wasn’t) and they told us to just let it run its course. There were lots of snuggles and cartoons over the next 24 hours.
I’m happy to report that he was back to his normal happy self today…
I sure did miss that little smile.
I had ever intention of running yesterday, but taking care of the Mini Athlete obviously took precedence. Here’s to hoping I’ll get a run in tomorrow – but if all else fails, I’ll be running with the Island Running Club on Saturday! See? Told you that accountability thing is strong motivation for me!
Have you ever taken care of a sick child? The worst part is the fact that we couldn’t explain to him what was going on and he couldn’t tell us how he was feeling.