the valentine’s saga, continued….

Shall we pick up where I left off?

Let’s see…..

Oh yes, Saturday night. PB puked all night long. For my friends who didn’t see the first post, Ben had walking pneumonia and an ear infection Friday. I had a sinus infection. PB had a cold. A fun time was had by all.

Sunday, my savior of a mother came and got PB so Ben and I could scrub the house down. We cleaned for 3 hours, scouring every single thing in the house and washing at least 75 loads of laundry. My stomach felt a little funky Sunday morning, but I thought nothing of it. We went to pick up PB from my parents house and thought he looked much better. He was playing around and acting his usual self.

And then he threw up again.

So all Sunday night, he was feeling pretty icky. Ben took him to the doctor on Monday morning, to find out he had a double ear infection, walking pneumonia (just like dad!), and a stomach virus. At this point, Ben and I expected our roof to collapse or our floors to fall out from under us. After literally a whole month of sickness shared in our house, we were starting to feel defeated. Doesn’t it always seem that when it rains, it pours? Though I will say this, I am blessed, blessed, blessed that this is all we are dealing with. I know my little problems are trivial compared to what others go through. I am so thankful for stupid ole’ viruses and ear infections. I know it could be so much worse.

Anyway, we were sitting on the couch Monday night, playing with our sweet boy (who was feeling a tad better), when I simply looked at Ben and said, “I think I’m going to puke”.

And sure enough, that’s what I did. ALLLLLLLLLLLLL night long.

So instead of boring you with traditional Valentine’s things, like flowers and candy and notes to my honey, I’m gonna get real and share our Valentine’s Day in numbers.

4 – the number of consecutive weeks that someone in our house has been sick.
24 – the number of times I puked
4 – the number of toilet paper rolls I went through (because, you know, a stomach virus isn’t a stomach virus unless you’re crapping all over yourself)
57320405 – the number of minutes I spent on the commode, with my head hanging in the trash can
24 – the number of hours it’s been since I slept
2 – the number of sweet, sweet, parents I have, who are taking care of my baby boy while our house is a war zone
5 – the number of pounds I’ve lost so far (hmmmm, a stomach virus as a weight loss tool??)
7 – the number of Sprites and Gatorades I’ve had in the last 18 hours
3948173419347 – the number of times Ben and I have laughed at our current situation. It’s funny, the first Valentine’s Day that Ben and I spent together, we cooked a nice meal together, held hands, and exchanged sappy Valentine’s cards. We said all kinds of sweet things to each other, because we were so much in love, you know. The flowers, the cards, the candies, it was just a little frickin’ storybook day. I probably posted some crap on Facebook about how lucky I was to have him as my boyfriend. I probably called him sexy and said that he was so romantic.

I had no idea.

You know what, I am a stinkin’ lucky girl. I really feel like the luckiest girl in the world this Valentine’s Day. I got more than roses or diamonds or candies. I got a good man who takes care of his family. He takes such good care of our baby when I can’t help at all. He waits on me hand and foot.Β He holds my head over the commode so I won’t bust it on the lid while I puke. He cleans the vomit on the bathroom floor. He wipes the puke from my face.

Now, that’s sexy. And romantic.

This year’s V-day card. It only seemed appropriate.

This will probably go down as one of the most memorable Valentine’s Days, for all the right reasons, of course.

What has been your most memorable Valentine’s Day?

Happy Valentine’s Day, friends! I hope you have a wonderful day, free of vomit, and full of lots of sweet things. Eat some chocolate for me!

Have a blessed Tuesday πŸ™‚


10 thoughts on “the valentine’s saga, continued….

  1. aww, sorry to hear about the sickness that's been plaguing your house. I've always said true love is your husband leaving to go get you ginger ale at 4am while you puke your face off. True story, it happened. Several times.

    Happy Vday, hope your tummy starts to feel better πŸ™‚


  2. Sista, next time this happens, you need to call your neighbor and I'll come down there for a prayer meeting!! We'll hold hands and just pray pray pray! Miss talking to you! Hope you all get better soon πŸ™‚



  3. I hate that you guys had the stomach bug! Chasten and I had it too (I lost 7 lbs at 37 wks pregnant…and I thought that you didn't lose your baby weight until AFTER the baby was born :-p). It's pitiful to watch the babies have it and not be able to do anything for them. I must say the fact that you realize that, even amongst miserable illnesses, you're still truly blessed and favored by God is an inspiration. I think we all need that reminder every now and then. Lots of prayers coming your guys' way for a sick-free home and family!

    PS-the pukey Brittany and PB on the Valentine's Card made me giggle. I know sickness isn't funny, but the drawing is! πŸ™‚


  4. You are right – you are one lucky woman! Despite the sickness you found out how truly lucky you were. My most memorable valentines day was also when I was sick. Hubby and I were dating. I did not want to go out as I was sick. He came over anyway. I wore pink…. I hate pink. It is a warning to all that I am not in a good mood if I am in pink. They were pink sweats… even more of a threat! Hubby was not scared. He took me back to his place, ordered in Chinese (soup for me good stuff for him) grabbed a bunch of blankets and pillows, some cold medicine, and 7 up and babied me all night. He skipped the flowers and chocolate as he didn't think I would appreciate them then but brought them to me a few weeks later just because.


  5. So so funny, we have the same exact life! I feel like one big walking germ…our kids have been sick for literally the entire winter. I am so tired of being cooped up with sick kids, I can't even tell you! My poor little Mya is still having diarrhea and she has lost so much weight, I'm so worried about her–it's been a week of this stomach bug now! It really is tough..especially when you throw work in on top of it all. Hope you guys are on the mend!


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