Hi!

Well it seems that I'm not the only one who has had a bad week then... (Sorry this is long and TMI - don't read if you are a queasy one - Sorry!)

Lots of ahead!

I went to work on Monday, and left Emy with Mum, and when I got back to Mum's house at 10:30pm-ish, I checked on Emy, and all was good. Mum and I both went to bed at the same time, and then in the morning, Mum was up at 4:30-5ish, and went and did her usual morning stuff, and was sitting in the kitchen having her breakfast when I got up.

So anyway, I got up at about 7:30am, before Emy made any noises, went to the toilet, and then went to get Emy up. As soon as I opened the door (we have to mostly close it at night, coz it is directly across from my parents room, and the light goes straight into Emy's room), I was hit with the stick of vomit. I knew instantly that Emy was not well, and turned on her light, and went to get her up. The poor thing had done a huge vomit in the middle of the night, and neither of my parents, or I heard her vomit, and she had then gone back to sleep in a pile of her own spew. It was soooooooooo disgusting! It was her first ever "real" spew, not just milky stuff, and it was foul.

It was all over her pyjamas, all through her hair, all over the portacot, and all over the blanket and mat that we use over the portacot mattress as a sheet/more mattress. I picked Emy up, and stripped the bedding, and went downstairs carrying it all. When Mum saw us, she asked what was going on, coz she has her own little routine for when she washes the bedding stuff, and Tuesday morning is not it. So I told her what happened, and she also couldn't believe that neither of us had heard her spewing (we didn't expect Dad to hear, or to know what it was if he did hear it anyway). It was just so gross!

So then I had to give Emy a bath very first thing in the morning, and she was not a happy camper about that! It had obviously been a while since she had spewed, coz it had dried in her hair, and I had to pull it a bit to get it out, and she didn't like that at all! And then, when I went to put her down for her morning nap, the room still stank like vomit, and Mum had to wipe the entire portacot down with pine o'clean, and we also sprayed the carpet with some Medic, to help cover the smell. Anyway, she didn't spew any more, and seemed quite happy, so I Mum made me go to work. So then, she didn't spew at all again, but got very loose poo that day, but not quite diarrhoea, but she was still happy, just off her food a little bit.

On Wednesday, we were all good, so we met up with my sister, and we went to Queens Park in Ipswich, which has this little zoo thing, where there is a pond with ducks and geese, and some snakes and lizard enclosures, and wallabys, and emus, and a walk through avairy thing - it was pretty cool - and FREE!!

Then on Thursday, I had to go to work again, and Jason had the day off, and looked after Emy. Anyway, I was feeling pretty good, until after lunch, when I started feeling very bloated, and this other lady reckoned that I looked pregnant again (I wish!). But I generally felt ok, and when I came home Jason had dinner planned, which was steak and vegies, which we had after Emy went to bed. It was ok, but by the time I finished my plate I was rather uncomfortable - but not full. About an hour later, Jason got us icecream and jelly, and I can't believe it, but I was feeling more uncomfortable just eating the jelly! I didn't know that was even physically possible! So I couldn't finish my bowl, and gave it to J to eat. Then we both fell asleep in the lounge room watching Family Guy. When I woke up 30 minutes later, I felt pretty bad, but J looked comfy on the couch, so i covered him with a blanket, and left him there, and went to bed - thankfully our room is right across the hall from the lounge. So I went to sleep, and slept pretty poorly, and kept feeling like my stomach was just in one huge cramp that wouldn't let go. I didn't really have a "full" feeling, but I was uncomfortable, like I was afer dinner. Then at about 2am I decided that maybe i would get up and do a wee, and while I was walking around the bed, something didn't feel right. So I lifted the toilet lid, and stood over it, in case I vomited, but not really feeling like I would. And I called out to Jason to get me this big red bucket from the laundry.

Thank God our lounge is close and that is where we had fallen asleep! If we had been in the rumpus, at the other end of the house, I would have been on my own! So J got me the bucket, and I did my wee, and I don't really remember why, buy instead of going back to bed, i walked towards the kitchen, still carrying the bucket. I had just gotten there, when I did the most grossest vomit that either of us I ever seen (and with a combined total of about 9 years of nursing between us, that is saying a lot)! And thank god that i still had the bucket!

So Jason went and slept in the spare room for the rest of the night, and I had a bad night for the rest of the night, very uncomfortable, and kept tossing and turning. Only vomited once or twice more, and then had 2 rounds of diarrhoea in the morning when we woke up properly. I stayed in bed for most of the morning, and then J put Emy down at 12, and I had to get up with her at 2pm when she woke up, coz J had to sleep to go to night duty on Friday night. I was a pretty unhappy camper, and still felt like crap, and I was very happy that Emy can entertain herself a lot - I gave her her dummy, and her sippy cup of water, and put her in the play pen, and she played and I dozed on the couch next to her - and I still went to bed at a normal time, and slept through the night!

So Jason went to night duty, and then at 4.30am I had the biggest heart attack when I heard someone at our front door! Turns out it was J, coming home early from his night duty, because he had done a 1 litre vomit at work - and then it was his turn to spend all day in bed yesterday. It had just been so gross around here - and we didn't really want to get mum to come and pick up Emy and look afer her, in case Emy got sick again too, and passed in on to Mum and Dad. So even though we felt very bad, and just wanted to say in bed alll day, at least ont of us had to look after Emy.

Anyway, I am all good now - just a little queasy when I had breakfast this morning, and J is a lot better today than he was yesterday. And fingers crossed, we get all better very soon!

Anyway, enough about me - Cass, I can't believe that QEII kicked you out so early in the morning, when you had had so much pain the night before! Sounds wrong if you ask me! Good luck with all of your poo - hmm, actually I think I read that somewhere else, but good luck with it anyway!

Karina - What a week you've had too! Your poor little bubba - sending you a couple of healthy vibes for Claire - even though we need as many as we can get in my own house, I'll spare some for you!

Everyone else - I can't remember coz i have typed for so long now, that i have gone blank, and I have to go now, but HELLO!