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Surfacing

Where have I been, you might ask? Where have I been?

Why, right here. At home.

Then why haven’t you been posting? At all?

Uhhhh… because, right here at home, my life has spun ridiculously out of control.

Actually, no one has inquired into my whereabouts, I’m just hoping speculating that someone might have noticed my absence? Maybe?

But I digress. I did end up getting quite sick on Thursday, last time I surfaced in blogger world. It wasn’t the lay- on- your- back- and- pray- you- don’t- vomit sickness, but I was quite achy, miserable and queasy. And chasing down caring for 4 little ones didn’t help me get much rest. Thankfully I was feeling some relief by Friday morning, just in time for Asher and Dalton to get sick. So they stayed home from school. (Asher wasn’t really sick, but if anyone in our family gets a stomach bug, he’s gonna get it. I like to think I was just protecting his classmates from a potential excorsist-like experience.) And Sophie stayed home as well, for good measure. She wasn’t sick (the girl honestly does. not. get. sick.) but she wasn’t her usual self. So my Friday was busy. Nay, my Friday was insane.

Chris arrived home Friday night… a sight for all of our sore eyes. We must have looked a mess, I’d purposefully avoided all contact with my reflection in the mirror, and I know the house was a mess. But he seemed to be glad to be home nonetheless. Everyone was suddenly better once dad was home, a harbinger of brighter days ahead. The weekend was great… basketball games, dossier stuff, house cleaning, grocery shopping, errand running, worshipping and working on my super secret-y project and we still had time to just sit on the couch, hold hands and watch a movie. Chris had to leave again on Sunday afternoon and we all stood in the driveway, waving as he drove off (not really, but it paints a pretty picture, doesn’t it?) “At least we’re not sick anymore,” I thought. “I can do this!” Ahhh… such naivete.

As is customary when Chris is away, Asher and Dalton slept in my bed Sunday night. (You know, just so they feel safe when daddy is gone.) Ridiculously early Monday morning Asher woke me up, in my bed, telling me he’d just thrown up. In my bed. It’s been a downhill spiral ever since. The poor child is the most pathetic creature when he’s sick. He just lays. Vomits and then lays. Only occasionally requests a refill in his purple Sponge Bob sippy cup. Lets his cool washcloth get just about dry before letting me wet it again for him. He must have thrown up a dozen times, all without moving from his spot on the couch. Thank goodness for leak-proof trash can liners and the fact that the trash man came today instead of yesterday. At one point he was quite hungry and after a lot of thought, he decided he wanted a pop tart. It was against my better judgment but I dare any momma with a heart in her chest to have denied that kid. A pop tart it was. Sadly, the pop tart made it’s way back up and into the trash can. I’m afraid Asher feels now about the Cookies ‘n Cream pop tart the way I feel about Osc@r Meyer hot dogs. And Chris feels about half-moon cheese and canned peaches. The scars we carry from childhood, well… just ain’t pretty.

Today has been better. We actually achieved a vertical position, until he said it made his stomach hurt. But at least that’s better than yesterday. And not one deposit into the hand-dandy trashcan. And that is way better than yesterday.

My sweet boy is still able to grin for me. Okay, he was watching Sponge Bob at the time, but he was smiling for me. Things are looking up. Let’s just hope we don’t wake up to someone else throwing up tomorrow.

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  1. Our 7 Blessings from God says

    March 3, 2009 at 9:44 PM

    Nothing is worse than puke. We use those 5 quart ice cream buckets as “poooke” (as my little ones call it) buckets. Throw in the trash when well:) Hope you guys are all better soon!!!
    Karen

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  2. trina says

    March 3, 2009 at 10:10 PM

    Not a fun place to be. Hoping your next post is a happy one. ๐Ÿ™‚ Feel better!

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  3. Ohilda says

    March 3, 2009 at 10:14 PM

    Oh Stefanie,

    I know exactly what you’re going through, since I’m doing the same song ‘n dance over here.

    Hoping your boy is well on the way to feeling better.

    Ohilda

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  4. Shonni says

    March 3, 2009 at 10:30 PM

    Ohhh, so sorry…it is so hard when mommy and babies aren’t doing well.

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  5. Amie@HeartSmiles says

    March 3, 2009 at 10:42 PM

    Oh man……when you see it in print, it sounds even worse than it did when you told it to me. bummer… and when you have that many, it makes it even harder because while you clean up after one, you know it won’t b e long till another goes down…

    ugh..

    Glad y’all are on the mend!
    ๐Ÿ™‚
    Amie

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  6. Mom to five says

    March 3, 2009 at 10:53 PM

    We all missed you. I think something is going around, all five of my kiddos are sick too. Glad things are starting to look up.

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  7. Lisa says

    March 3, 2009 at 10:58 PM

    Oh, your poor family. I feel for you…we were there a few weeks back. It will be a memory soon. Hope you all feel better soon.

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  8. Mandi says

    March 3, 2009 at 11:14 PM

    Stefanie,

    I know all too what you are going through. That nasty little “bug” made it’s way through our house a couple of weeks ago.
    I hope everyone starts to feel better and those who haven’t gotten it, don’t.

    Feel better,
    Mandi

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  9. Wendy says

    March 3, 2009 at 11:23 PM

    He’s such a beautiful child….how does he look that gorgeous when he is sick…I don’t look that good when I feel great!

    Hope you guys are on the mend. That’s a big brood for the tummy bug to spread through…five here is bad enough.

    We are glad you are back and want some more baby details…please???

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  10. The Gang's Momma says

    March 3, 2009 at 11:29 PM

    Oh my word. I’m so sorry to hear of all the sickness. And sorry you have to handle it all alone. Ugh!

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  11. Rebecca says

    March 3, 2009 at 11:46 PM

    Ohhhhhhh Stef. ohhhhhh. I feel sick just reading all that. I did notice your absence, but chalked it up to paperchasing craziness (I was in a cocoon for awhile, when we were doing that!!) I’m so sorry to hear about your – er – ordeal. I just hope and pray that the worst is over! I know how it is in a big family… you feel like everyone is endlessly sick for weeks and weeks!!!!

    Call me sometime… I miss our chats.

    Love,
    R

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  12. The Ferrill's says

    March 3, 2009 at 11:55 PM

    I was worried about you friend! Something told me things must be going awry out west. I am so sorry your little buddy has been so sick. He is adorable even when he’s not feeling well. I am glad you’re better. We’ll be praying for complete healing for everyone! And protection for those who are well! We’ve been battling stuff here too…I feel your pain, sweetness.

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  13. Miss Anna B says

    March 4, 2009 at 12:09 AM

    Oh pukalicious puke days!! Yuck! I know I didn’t inquire but I certainly did wonder where you were. I mean, really, you have a bunch of kids at home, husband out of town, a new dossier to prepare and now, apparently, a super secrety project you are working on (again)….that’s without any sickness….what could POSSIBLY keep you from a daily blog post?????

    Come on Stef, enough with the slackin’. Kick it up a notch would ya???

    Lots of hugs!
    Anna

    who just now has realized I didn’t mail the money for the purses….oh my heavens!! Could I be a bigger dork? (um, the answer is no) Handily, you are going back again…want to find some more for me? ๐Ÿ™‚

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  14. 3 Peanuts says

    March 4, 2009 at 12:17 AM

    O I am queasy just reading ghis…. I hope everyone feels better soon.
    Kim

    P.S. We always miss you when you are gone.

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  15. Nancy says

    March 4, 2009 at 12:19 AM

    I actually did miss your blog. Kept checking on and off for the last four days. So glad you are back in bloggerland.
    Nancy

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  16. Holly says

    March 4, 2009 at 12:58 AM

    Oh Stef-
    those GI bugs are the WORST!
    Get everyone a new toothbrush and I’ll pray for healing!
    Military Moms deserve medals too!
    Hugs,
    Holly

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  17. Kim Phillips says

    March 4, 2009 at 1:50 AM

    Actually, i had been hitting refresh on your blog for days now, in suspense to hear more about little miss sweetie pie! ๐Ÿ™‚ Im so sorry you are sick, that stinks! Hang in there STefanie! You are loved!

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  18. Denise says

    March 4, 2009 at 3:35 AM

    I am SOOOO sorry!!! I’ve had sick kids off and on for about 2 weeks but the puking has been minimal– where’s some wood to knock on???? I hope that your other children don’t get it.

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  19. Chelley says

    March 4, 2009 at 3:35 AM

    ick ick ikc!!

    I really hope that that nasty bug left with the trash!

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  20. a Tonggu Momma says

    March 4, 2009 at 4:03 AM

    In your BED?!?!!!!!! In your BED?!!?!! I’m sorry… did you say in your BED?????

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  21. Patricia/NYC says

    March 4, 2009 at 4:32 AM

    UGH…not much worse than "spitting in the bucket", as Kiara would say…but, in your BED?!! Oh gosh, I would NOT have survived that!

    Here's to SITTING UP, not spitting up! ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Hope you are all feeling better & back in the swing of things real soon!

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  22. Susan says

    March 4, 2009 at 4:46 AM

    Here Here’s another bio hazard family! Nothing worse than the stomach flu! Our son John came down w/ it just (30 minutes) before his gymnastics tournament that we drove 6 hours for him to compete in! OUCH!

    I felt very sorry for the poor maid who was responsible for cleaning our hotel room when we checked out!

    Hope by now you guys are feeling MUCHO better!

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  23. Tami says

    March 4, 2009 at 4:33 PM

    Oh Stefanie….just reading your post made me feel a bit queezy. Stomach bugs are THE worst!! I’m glad you guys are starting to feel better and hope that you break the cycle of transmission!!!!! Yes, I’m praying to God right now to please rid your house of that nasty bug!!!!

    Love ya! Tam

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  24. Denise says

    March 4, 2009 at 8:38 PM

    Poor baby, I feel sad that he felt so bad. The picture is just adorable, we love that little guy so much!!!
    Hope the bug is gone and everyone is feeling better.
    Lots of Love
    xoxo

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  25. Lisa says

    March 5, 2009 at 2:58 PM

    I tell you I am ready for Spring to come and for all of the sick bugs to go away! I know many mommas are too. I hope that the rest of your week will be less eventfull!
    take care girl

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