We Gave Daddy the Flu for Father's Day

So all y'all who got some nice socks just smile and say thank you.

WHAT a week.  Oh - let's start with something nice.  I don't have any really good pix of my own to share, but MISTY GREEN, our fave photographer does!  Sam calls Misty 'Achoo' because she always fake sneezes to get the kiddos to look and smile.

Link to Misty's Blog

We took these photos with Misty on Weds am, then headed home.  I gave Samantha her first dose of a medication we were hoping would solve some of her digestive problems.  The disclaimer was that it "can cause nausea", so we were sort of dreading the 10 days.  I figured she'd be hard to feed for 10 days, then take another month to recover.

By 6 pm, she was throwing up like crazy.  Everywhere.  Even after there was nothing really left to throw up.  Finally, we slept a few hours on the floor, surrounded by towels, like so...

Don't even ask me why I felt it was necessary to try to smile.  You know, just a couple of days before, I was holding Ally while she slept and realized how quick it goes.  I wished I could remember the last time Samantha had fallen asleep on me.  That wasn't meant as a request!

The only way we finally got her to stop throwing up was by using Zofran, which is a pretty heavy-duty anti-nausea drug.  We agreed with the GI to discontinue to the new meds.

And then, about 24 hours later, *I* began throwing up uncontrollably.  Hmmm.  Worst day ever.  I was so tired I could hardly lift Sam.  Tried to take the kids to the park, and it took 50 minutes to get home because I had to keep pulling over.  At that point, I called Dad and had him come to the rescue.  The best daddy in the world came right away, with no complaints and no questions.. 

This morning, guess what Daddy woke up with!  (Hint: If you guessed breakfast in bed, you don't win the prize).

The silver lining:  On Monday we'll revisit whether to try again with Sam's meds.