We are hunkering down this morning weathering a storm of projectile vomiting coming from 3 sides. Two days ago my mom started having vomiting and diarrhea. Miles was not around her and we thought maybe she had food poisioning so did not expect it to spread. But it did.
Yesterday around 3pm I was feeding him green peas (what an Exorcist Cliche but it's true) then a little milk and the child started Linda Blair-ing on me and ALL over the couch. I had never seen projectile vomit before. It's like an ugly fountain. It was kind of a light green, Martha Stewart probably would choose it to paint a kitchen or mud room. Poor child did that till there was less than nothing in his stomach. Quick trip to the doctor and he was diagnosed with gastroenteritis. Last night was a nostalgic trip back to the first weeks of his life when I had to be up every couple hours to care for him. Baby got the diarrhea too.
Today so far he's been holding on and I've been giving him Pedialyte every 15 minutes as well as coconut water and Crix biscuits. Unfortunately my dad has fallen to the gastro as well. I am currently the only soul standing. I feel a little paranoid kind of like I may be Linda Hamilton and the alien is already in my stomach and will soon rip through kicking ass and taking me down with everyon else.
