Poor Poor Jackson

Yesterday Lee called me and asked if I'd go to lunch with him. I of course accepted and he picked me up at my office. We decided on Longhorn and when we got there he told me to wait in the car. He came and opened the door for me. He then opened the door to the restaurant. It was so funny because we rarely go anywhere just the two of us and even when we do I'm so use to opening all the doors and being ahead of everyone because of the kids. It was nice him doing those small things. It sort of became a joke.

We had a great time together and I enjoyed it very much. I desperately needed to go to the grocery store so he suggested that we go together and he'd drop me back off at my car and he'd pick up Mackenzie and he'd take the groceries home. What girl wouldn't take him up on that? I'm no fool. We went to Walmart and bought a ton of groceries. Two buggies full to be exact. We needed them so badly. He was joking around that the groceries would last us a week and I told him that next time we do this and someone asks us if we have a lot of kids we just look innocently and say "No, we don't have any kids yet, it's just to two of us".

So I went to pick up Jackson and as soon as I walked in to Candy's house I smelled cleaning products and heard her vacuuming. She tells me that Hayden and Caden woke up during nap time throwing up. And Colten had been out sick on Thursday. Colten's sister, Kendal, is good friends with my daughter and they are in the same class, well she was at home sick on Thursday too witha stomach bug. I'm thinking this can't be good for us. We get home and I feed Jackson dinner. All 4 of us lie in the bed and watch a TV show together. After a while the kids up and leave.

A little bit later Jackson comes in my room telling me that his tummy hurts. Now he had already had 3 really nasty diapers. I pick him up and he's okay. He gets down and comes back standing by my bed telling me he doesn't feel good. Then it happened. All over me, the side of my bed, the floor and my (gasp!) bedroom shoes. He's crying, I'm trying not to puke, I'm trying to get Lee's attention (he had his headphones on watching the computer). It's chaotic. I'm attempting to clean up but I start retching. He throws up on the floor on the way to the bathroom. Lee takes him and puts him in the bath. Lee tells me he'll give him a bath and clean up. I insist on taking care of his bath. So we hang out in there while Lee starts working on the nasty stuff.

We get all clean and in the bed. We have a throw up bucket ready, towels, etc. We lay down with Jackson in between us. He looked so pitiful. He finally falls asleep. I'm about to get up for some ice cream when I hear him stir. I just know it's going to happen again. Yup. All over the place. It was gross. So by 7:30 this morning I had gotten maybe 4 hours of sleep, watched 3 sets of sheets, 2 pillow cases, 4 comforters and 9 towels. He hasn't thrown up since this morning. He just doesn't feel well.

So I stayed with him today. We've been in the bed all day long. He took a nap from 12-1:30 and then from 2:30-4. I took the last nap with him. He's had some gatorade today and that's all. He seems warm but honestly I'm not giving him Tylenol b/c I know he won't keep it down. So I've been with my baby all day. I've enjoyed being with him but wish he felt better. And now I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the rest of us don't get sick. And that the throw up smell eventually disapates.