Helpless. That’s How I Feel When My Babies Are Sick.

Bug came home from school in a good mood on Friday. She stayed on “green” all week which means we make our weekly stop at the corner store for an Icee. It looked like it was going to be a fabulous weekend and we’d planned on a long bike ride on Saturday. 

Then it hit. The plague. Around 1:00 am, Bug started throwing up. She got her daddy up instead of me. I’m glad she feels she can get him up during these times. They are close and that makes me happy. It makes me sad that I wasn’t there to console her though. A couple of hours later, Bubby puked. It wasn’t much and I suspect his mommy played a role in that. I have a weak stomach that he inherited and I guess smelling his sister’s puke did a number on him. 

She was sick all day on Saturday. In fact, she slept for almost the entire day, and the night. She didn’t eat. Only got up to drink water here and there. I was worried. But the plague would be gone soon and my baby would be fine. 

Sunday was good. Bug was feeling better by lunch time and actually asked if we could take a bike ride. Heck yea, we can! Everyone was ready to get out of the house. We rode, we enjoyed the scenery, we ate pancakes, we came home. 

B settled in to watch the Cowboys while the babies played with their new LeapReaders and I tried to catch up on work. And then…

Bubby got sick. 

I mean, he got REALLY SICK! He was running to the bathroom every 5-10 minutes to throw up (OK seriously, how many 4 year olds do you know that run to the bathroom rather than just puke on the floor? I’ve got a ga-zillion kids and I’ve never seen anything like that.). He didn’t want to make a mess for anyone. He was moaning, but not complaining. Then on one trip to the bathroom, as he was throwing up, his little butt erupted. He couldn’t help it. No one would have been mad. But he was embarrassed. 

He ran upstairs. Took off his clothes and tried to wash them in the sink. Of course he did. He didn’t want to burden anyone (OMG tears…he could never be a burden…NEVER). Thankfully B cleaned him up and put him in the bath while I cleaned up the floor in the bathroom downstairs. We had to tag team because this sickness is overwhelming. I’m lucky, and they’re lucky, to have B. 

A few more “episodes” and I finally got him to sleep, gently rubbing his head. No more “outbursts” for an hour now. All seems to be calm. Except for the moaning. That baby moaning in his sleep is killing me. KILLING ME. I feel helpless. 

I guess all mothers do when their babies are sick. What do you do when there’s nothing you can do but ride it out? It sucks. This moment sucks. My baby is moaning and I can’t fix it. It will be gone soon. I know this. But this weekend? This weekend needs to leave my memory for good. I can’t stand to see my babies in pain. EVER. This weekend has been rough!

About Christy

Christy Gossett, managing editor of SoFabFood and creator of the healthy living blog, Insanity Is Not An Option, is a WAHM of 6 kids ranging in age from 27 to 8. She enjoys sharing her heart-healthy, low sodium recipes to help others with dietary restrictions enjoy a flavorful life while maintaining a healthy diet.

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  1. Melissa Lawler says:

    It is horrible when we feel helpless for our children. Pick up some ginger candy for the next time they have upset tummies. Ginger helps to calm the stomach and they should tolerate instead of vomit if they just suck on the candy and not chew on it.

  2. Kristin Wheeler says:

    That is so sad. I hate it when the little ones are not well. So sorry for him and for YOU! Well wishes to you guys!!!