April 9, 2012

One mom shares "The worst night of her life." Have you been there, done that?

A guest post we can all relate to!  It sure is a good thing moms don't get sick at the same time as the rest of their family.  I think deep down we all just know, we CAN'T get sick...

It was recently that I survived quite possibly the worst night of my life as a mom. Looking back it was also the most comical night of my mommy life. Here’s a timeline and hopefully you won’t have experienced a night similar to this. If you have, well, then I’m certain you can relate!

6:00pm – Hubby expresses to me that he’s not feeling so great. My initial thought was, sarcastically, Awesome. On to the husband acting like a bigger baby than the kids.

6:30pm – Hear this horrendous retching sound coming from the basement. I sprint downstairs to find my 3 year old son, Buggie, standing in our bathroom doorway watching his daddy spew his guts out into the toilet. He stares with big wide eyes, “Mommy, what Daddy doing in the potty?” Fortunately up until this point Buggie hasn’t ever had an experience with throw up.

7:30pm – Put Buggie down for the night and then run out to do some errands.

9:00pm – Arrive back at home to find hubby moaning and groaning on our bed. Oh great, I think to myself, It’s the stomach flu. I brace myself for the worst, anticipating the worst is yet to come. I go into full blown Energizer Bunny mode and quickly do a load of diapers, clean the kitchen and then get ready for bed.

11:00pm – My 6 month old daughter, Lady Bug, gets up to eat. I notice while changing her diaper that she has again one little terd sticking out. I know what this is. My son did this when he started solids. It’s like he lost the ability to push his bowels out once he stopped being exclusively breastfed. I do what I can do help her using the trusty pinkie method. This requires a lot of disposable wipes and since I was participating in a marketing study on disposable wipes at the time I had plenty of those. Finally, the job is done and I can go and rest for what’s looking to be a long night.

11:30pm – I just finished with Lady Bug and I’m tired. I don’t use disposable wipes so I’ve been throwing them away in the garbage can b/c we don’t have a good disposal system. As you can see it was late, I was tired and I had been dealing with poop. Was I being lazy? Yes. I flushed all of the wipes down the toilet. All of them. It was probably not the smartest thing I’ve done in my adult life.

11:44pm – The hubby goes running into the bathroom to do another emptying of stomach contents. He flushes the toilet only the worst possible thing that could happen happens. Instead of exiting our house the entire toilet came back up and all over our bathroom floor. My hubby’s watching this, lying on our bed, too weak to do anything but yell at me to come and help.

I was so grossed out by what was overflowing onto my bathroom floor that I just froze, staring at the floor. Then a switch goes off and I start thinking in terms of clean up. Grab shoes – check! Get latex gloves out of the cupboard – thank goodness I grabbed those when we left the hospital with our son, Buggie, three years ago. Garbage bags – lots and lots of garbage bags. Towels and the mop – check! While I’m trying to clean the bathroom floor, fighting back rage at my current situation and tears from exhaustion, the only thing I can think to keep myself from losing it is that I had been meaning to clean the bathroom floor so at least that’s checked off of my to-do list. If your only options are to either cry or laugh, I’ve found it’s best to choose the latter!

The next 48 hours were certainly interesting. Hubby was the sickest I’ve ever seen him. My son, Buggie, came down with the bug around 1am that night. That consisted of throwing up three times and then he bounced off of the walls for the rest of the day. I got my turn at the nastiness the following day starting at 10:30pm. We survived it all though and I have never done so much laundry in my life!

Elizabeth (aka Bert) is a stay-at-home-mom and contributing writer for She Thinks Media. She lives in the Twin Cities with her husband, Ben, her son Buggie, and daughter Lady Bug.  When she's not trying to convince Buggie to expand his interests beyond Thomas the Train or put his pants back on she's writing about her experiences as a mom on her blog, First Time Mom (FTM). After all, Bert maintains there's a first time for everything, even if you  have more than one child! 


Oh my! That is terrible!! I had a really bad stomach bug over the winter break! It was aweful!! I can't imagine having 2 sick! No sleep for you:-(