The flu attacked our household last week. Olivia was the first to succum, throwing up before bed on Monday night (the 16th). She was sick all day Tuesday and then Kayley came down with it. She was up off and on all night throwing up and then around 1:30 am I joined her. Ugh. When Paul got up for work Wednesday morning, he, too, wasn't feeling so great so he stayed home (he would have had to anyway to help with the babies because I was in horrible shape). He and I were both just miserable and throwing up, not able to keep down even water. I felt so bad for the babies because we were both just laying around hardly able to move, let alone interact much with them. We managed to keep them fed (if you count pedialyte as being "fed") and changed but it was torture. Luckily, we felt way better the next day but the girls continued to have trouble keeping food down and then the diarrhea started. Now there's a good time--TWO babies with bad diarrhea! Whoo-hoo. Anyway...
Former stay-at-home mom of twins in search of work/life balance (it doesn't exist).