The first half of March was not a good time for our family, health-wise. Unfortunately, I expect I will always remember Micah’s first Purim Carnival as the one that he and I both spent covered in vomit (apologies for the imagery).
It started with Micah on the night of the 4th, most of which was spent ejecting his dinner. He ended up getting a little bit of sleep in spurts while Kenny held him, first rocking in our glider chair and later snuggling in the guest room bed. A few days later, when he had been keeping food down for 24 hours, we thought we’d try to take him to the Purim Carnival at school, but that was a mistake – he had his relapse in my arms while we were waiting in line for a balloon animal. He had another episode an hour later while we were at Walgreens buying Pedialyte. Gloria’s symptoms started that afternoon – and we had another night featuring very little sleep and several loads of laundry. Starting at 1:30AM I experienced my own bout of vomiting, observing that, ironically enough, I had escaped my entire first trimester without vomiting, but here I was in my second with a nasty stomach bug.