I'm talking about the dreaded stomach bug. There isn't much on earth I hate more than throwing up. I HATE it! I had my wisdom teeth (that were fused to my jaw bone) hammered out of my mouth while I was completely awake for fear that the anesthesia would make me sick. I revert to a two year old and call my mommy in the middle of the night to come take care of me when I'm throwing up. Anything else, I can handle, but throwing up, fuggetaboutit. Beckett had the dreaded bug yesterday and threw up all day long. Never have I ever actually wished to throw up instead of someone else. He would cry and say mommy over and over. Ugh! Just stomp on my heart! Poor, poor, sweet boy.
I haven't gotten it YET but I know it's on the way. Chad's been washing hands, clothes, and bleaching surfaces while I hug and kiss on Mr. germy. Who cares! I can't NOT give my baby extra love when he's sick.