It was a long weekend for the Pruitt’s family. On Friday, I received a call from Audrey saying Alex was sick. The exact conversation went something like this, “I received a call from daycare. They fed Alex his snack, and half way through eating it, they felt a rumble across the floor. It came from Alex. He stood up with an awful look on his face, and said ‘I poopied’.” I will keep it clean, but from what I heard, it was a real mess. Audrey picked Alex up from daycare, and went home. Alex was fine all evening. He had diarrhea really bad, but he had no fever and didn’t seem to be bothered by this stomach bug.
At 3am on Saturday morning my cell phone rang. It was a wrong number, but it woke Alex up. He coughed, and then vomited. I didn’t hear any of this, but Audrey filled me in when she woke me up. She took Alex into the bath tub (did I mention it was 3am?) while I went to clean up his bed. Luckily, it wasn’t too bad. He was much more of a mess than his bed. After we cleaned him up, Audrey laid him down, but he started vomiting again. We determined that he was going to have to sleep sitting up. My wonderful wife took Alex downstairs, and slept upright while I slept upstairs.
The family woke me up at 8am. She asked if I would take Alex while she got some sleep. This sounded fair enough to me. I took Alex downstairs, and we played for a while. He seemed fine. While he was at the bookshelf getting a book, I heard the rumble. Then I saw something running down his leg. Yuck. That was disgusting. Anyway, I got him cleaned up. As I was holding him, he threw up AGAIN!! I took him to the kitchen sink, and cleaned him up — going heavy on the soap. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough.
We were suppose have my belated birthday party at 5:00 p.m., but when Audrey called to inform our friends it was like we all had Ebola. No one wanted to come around. Sad to say, it was a quiet birthday at home with the family. If I may have a small pity party for a second: This was the first year I didn’t even get so much as a cake. I was sad. :(
The good news is that Alex started feeling much better. He felt so much better that we went out for my birthday dinner that night, and Alex was great. We had a small brownie-thing that subbed as my cake. We stayed home from church on Sunday morning just to make sure Alex was 100%. I don’t think the church would appreciate me taking that little bug into the nursery. The rest of the weekend went pretty well. Alex spent most of Sunday watching Bear in the Big Blue House, The Wiggles and The Doodlebops. In fact, he played so hard, he crashed right in the living room floor. He just dropped his guitar, and took a nap. What a weekend!!